Steve, You're writing with knives lately. You soul-slice us with your poems. This one's extraordinary, even for you with a trove of startling images that...
Right on Stan. I'm trying to think of how to express how this poem works for me. It's like the difference between a high pressure hose that a fire fighter...
Zen & Stan-- Thanks. As long as we stay away from this: "Poetry slips off the lips of hucksters ... And I think, on this list, we are. I'm just glad to be a...
Mark, Does that imagination of yours keep you up nights? Griffins pissing on unsuspecting crowds? ROTFL in places. If I had to say it reminded me of...
Anima 2 What is this ache that licks the hands of bliss, this thirst that survives its own drowning, this creature that lives in me and chews my mind? I run...
A romantic take, I guess, take on boats resting at night in this long river, curved into the shoreline of Bangkok. http://www.pbase.com/image/40357590 Zen...
Woods I part the out thrusting branches and come in beneath the blessed and the blessing trees. Though I am silent there is singing around me. Though I am dark...
Dennis Fritzinger
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Mar 2, 2005 10:07 pm
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Well, that's as good and kind an explanation for my sleepless nights as I've had yet! I'm gonna use it! (Though what of collapsing on the couch at midnight?) ...
The Heat of A Poet Apple borne Sufi surfers Surf the web at daybreak Just after prayer, Of course Pan looks down Reading Rumi aloud Gets the flock hot; All...
DON'T LOOK FOR ME Don't look for me to put you out of your misery or give you your life back There are some things like dying that you just have to do for...
Stan ROTFLMAO here. Hey, Steve, you dare to forward this to Sufi Mystic? Love "rave methodology". Love the whole poem. Still chuckling. Stan, OK if we...
Anima 3 Dogs run free in back alleys hunting feral cats while cats hunt mice and armadillos dig squirmy grubs. We hunt love and acceptance. We face each other...
Steve, This is direct. Love the last four lines. We certainly all have both the light and dark in us. It's interesting to read a poem when you know its...
Coyote Bloodsong The eyes showed first, tangled fear and disdain in the headlights' harsh bath. His stare stopped the work of hours, or days--a pit scratched...
Dennis Fritzinger
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Mar 4, 2005 4:16 am
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go ahead, I'd love to know how they respond. Stan ... __________________________________ Celebrate Yahoo!'s 10th Birthday! Yahoo! Netrospective: 100 Moments of...
=============================================== Hindu Paintings =============================================== A heroine (nayika), not wanting the hero to...
... Ness, Can't thank you enough for this one. I've just taken a journey that touched me deeply in some place without words that I have not been to before - ...
~The Amazing True Story of Snappy the Gopher~ as told by joey racano Part One Snappy the Gopher It was another wet afternoon in a long line of rainy days, but...
humanity goes ape every human on the planet connected by satellite, plugged in by our monkey cleverness. monkey wants a piece of the action. so do lion, zebra....
Dennis Fritzinger
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Mar 5, 2005 12:29 am
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Dawn 8 Soul snippets crawl like bugs out of cracks in the wall, scurry about looking for remnants they recognize, bits of food in still bleating memories ...
Thanks for the picture. I've never seen one of these cranes in person, but there's a place in Oregon where they hang out. We do have some great blue herons...
In Los Angeles, the coyotes would use the railroad tracks as highways. though we lived many miles from the edge of town, we sometimes would see them trotting...
coffee a plague hit the coffee plantations of the world, wiping them out overnight. it was coffee's version of "the andromeda strain". only one coffee plant ...
Dennis Fritzinger
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Mar 5, 2005 11:01 pm
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too spooky to even deal with, the "gods" have let me know MY coffee will always be safe..Stan ... __________________________________ Celebrate Yahoo!'s 10th...
GHOST DANCE Like frost in the morning sun we aren't the ones the mourning doves mourn The wind whirls in a little groan of pain where the trees used to stand ...
Of Bears and Poets Bears lumber as shadows beyond the trees, intimations behind the eyelids, a growl here, a snuff there, and a scent, a musk that trails in...
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