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The Apotheosis of Ray Bradbury
Ray Bradbury is 100! I can still see him, larger than life, when I close my eyes – he has never died. He existed on the planet of his birth for over ninety sweeping orbits of its sun. Transitory was his life, specular, reflective, but also burning with his own light like that sun. Doing…
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Nixon Works Himself into a Frenzy, April 18, 1994
I’ve played these cards close to my chest anchored my feelings to a one ton weight and left them sitting at the bottom of the sea. Chairman Mao once told me “you need your own cult of personality.” Picture that, rallying students hoisting my face printed on huge banners chanting quotes from my Little Green…
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Howard Hughes
It hurts in ways I cannot explain a broken body imprisoning a healthy mind I have my papers confirming American citizenship but I am late for the ceremony out there on that last island off of Florida I can fly away there at 400 miles per hour in a steel cage like an autoclave killing…
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New Book “Plague Songs”
My new poetry chapbook “Plague Songs” is now available through Amazon. Poems about plagues ancient and modern, sorrow and loss. Buy your copy now! Plague Songs
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Observing Comet Hale-Bopp, Summer 1997
Every evening during the summer I had to water Grandma’s stunted Colter pine it grew out of a wine barrel that was slowly falling to pieces its rusty iron flaking off to mix with dried red pine needles and pitiful pinecones half-cooked on hot asphalt I would stand there with a green hose looking up…
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The Solomon Islands Campaign
The natives have taken to hiding in the dark under the spreading palms to watch us as we march through their muck we can see their eyes shinning there like little white candle flames nothing seems to startle them even the sound of gun fire in the distance. They are…
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Lyrics from an Unreleased Beach Boys Album*
Lyrics from an Unreleased Beach Boys Album *Songs with (B) are written by me, all others by the listed writer Right Time to Say Goodbye (B) B. Wilson, C. Wilson (Cascade of undulating vocal harmonies mixed in with a subtle countdown from 10) This time is the right time our last words echo in…
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Napoleon’s Last Words
There is a panorama somehow unfolding before me like a landscape painting on an infinite canvas all of you look as little dots crowding and clustering in armies of barely distinguishable colors smoke is rising from cannonades, and here and there blasts of dirt tinged with red blossom and fall back to the earth. How…
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Phenomena
There are phenomena we cannot explain dating back thousands of years: like ball lighting which would dance through open doors and burst through fireplace pits into unsuspecting living rooms or strange, glowing balls of plasma cruising low over the ground silent like a stalking cat manipulating our neurons with electromagnetic fields altering our perception before…
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Plague Songs
The city streets stand empty the long shadows of evening play across the apartment towers here at end of day From the vespers of the elderly to Virgin Mary tenderly the guttering candle wick sees hopes of healing for the sick The fears that still endure from the homes of those who’re sure…
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Call Out to God
How firmly we love the Lord how many sacrifices we make to prove it though internally we scream out to Him externally we pantomime sobriety for polity and stand outside the church door holding large neon signs condemning SIN working as hard as we can to prevent the believer from coming in The end result…
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Day at the Park
We’re prepping the land for the next generation knocking down the brick walls and excavating the basements pulling low-center of gravity concrete chunks out by the roots and dumping soil back into the hole. We’re playing favorites saving the perfect circles and the best perfumes rolling them up into satchels and dropping them off at…
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Intensive Care – A Tragicomedy
The Prime Minister is dying they’re spraying down the door of No. 10 with a mixture of Lysol and bleach they’ve taken all of the dishes from his study and broken them into small pieces to be buried in a cairn somewhere in Wales to be found 1000 years from now by strange, dark little…
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On Ice
Simulate a cold November evening in New York City imagine rolling clouds of icy fog chilling exposed skin and long legs dressed in nylon stockings listen to ship’s horns in the harbor they’re echoing off of art deco fenestrations feel the buffeting from soft vibrations of deep-running subway cars and the honking of taxi cabs…
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The World Alone
The pope walks empty streets He walks like a toddler Wobbly, but dedicated He sees the people that aren’t there He holds them in his head Like a card counter does numbers And hopes to break the bank with his prayers Down alleys he turns to find A church But now the whole world is…
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Age of Plagues and Worse
So you ask yourself, is it all too much? Are we just little meat-sacks running around the surface of a 4 billion year old rock, our lives meaningless? I don’t think so. I think there is so much more for us to know and see. God still rules the visible and the invisible. He sees…
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Conserv-A-Tiv, Inc.
A few enterprising folks from AIPAC found the spot where the original manger Jesus was born in stood they raised $1.1 billion in capital and built a Trump Hotel on top of it. The neon sign on the 50th floor flashes “ISRAELI/AMERICAN LOVE” The capitalists ride the elevator to the penthouse suites drink out the…
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Inspiration
I had to buy some inspiration the well had run dry the go-to stash was Poe in macabre navy blue an old print, just a fancy cover to make it new the pages crisp as fresh twenty dollar bills the little red ribbon bookmark starched like my father’s old button-on collars. There goes the ramparts…
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Croz
Joni sang in longing the dirge-like hymn about Woodstock. Billion year old carbon stardust and echoes hovering like a fog over an inlet of sea with half a million molecules of flesh and blood swelling like water. You took her at her word enhanced it with experience and renewed the promise of what eternal youth…
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Theme Song
Every day I think about writing a song being played on a piano with some interesting lyrics about Southern California in a rainstorm and a little boy waving goodbye to his red bicycle. It will have several verses to help accentuate the loss, maybe it stands for the loss of his innocence I don’t know.…
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