I feel like a word drunk boxer
not wrung out, not yet
standing on the corner
in the river town setting sun.
All my favorite poets
carry a pugilist’s soul
and I am grateful
mine is too.
[Daybook 2026 // Spring 4.10.26]
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Poet. Essayist. Fictioner. Steamboat fireman. Bit of a grackle.
two haiku and a tanka
13.
morning thunderstorms
and cold rain; open windows
hot coffee brewing
3.28.26
14.
I need these days
quiet, among family, the dogs
to rest, remember
3.29.26
[a tanka the day before visiting Rose Ridge]
a short trip east
to the mountains, ancient rocks
on which are written
earth’s histories erased
slowly, mysteries remembered
[Day book 2026// Spring 3.27-29.26]
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Poet. Essayist. Fictioner. Steamboat fireman. Bit of a grackle.
What we do we do
we do we do
this regeneration
it ain’t for the weak boned
this revision, life, revisited
the spring rain drains
into the sump pit and thus
beginning again
the water keeps running
and so do I
and so do I
and so do I
I do I do I do
