A #poem about #despair in the face of our lack of limits

The great misfortunes of our time involve losing places we love to our industrial specie’s lust for more. What is enough? In moments of candor I know I can’t answer that question honestly and apply it to my habits because our whole way of living in this mechanized world involves no temperance. That way lies … More A #poem about #despair in the face of our lack of limits

When you don’t believe in God, where is our beauty?

“We glide along the ecliptic” We glide along the ecliptic,realizing and apprehendingthoughts that crawled, bloomed from  birth. Become conscious. Be consciousness.Possess conscience bewildered cynic,from God’s viewpoint in your skull’s chapel. Imagine, you, Rodin’s ThinkerSit: chin to fist, elbow to knee –viewing your own Cartesian theater. The dual internal habitatDrive with will, with appetite, care,push a … More When you don’t believe in God, where is our beauty?

Feeling #climate change, knowing it, writing #poetry from it, and thinking about #Hume

What do we do? What happens? What should we do? Most every piece of good evidence points to the conclusion that industrialized humanity’s machines have changed most of the biosphere and altered the planet’s physical systems. Homo economicus has altered the climate enough that the atmosphere, the oceans, and the living Earth behave differently than … More Feeling #climate change, knowing it, writing #poetry from it, and thinking about #Hume

When I ran on the cliffs I thought that freedom lives in pelican’s wings

This poem has too many parts to parse. Each line a morsel. And it’s on its 8th or so revision. Still, as much as I can’t parse it, and you don’t want me to parse it, I have to say that when I watched the Oregon coast and ran along it from sea level to 1000 or … More When I ran on the cliffs I thought that freedom lives in pelican’s wings