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A great energy moving near me
Is it from you
Or between us?

:- Doug.

Other other senses
find themselves in our
possibility for vulnerability

:- Doug.

Every day
I am one
Conversation nearer

:- Doug.

Conversation is a risk
Do you go
A-risking

:- Doug.

Can I once
bring conversation close
to my face?

:- Doug.

Imagination is cutting
stitching us
surgery

:- Doug.

Sustained attention
Is conversation

Necessary

Breaking us
Open

:- Doug.

Write flickeringly.

:- Doug.

Conversing art
of shadows
arriving in echoes

:- Doug.

Conversing willingly
to be seen
and judged

:- Doug.

There is no how
There is no knowing:

:- Doug.

He is the Enema of the Republic.

:- Doug.

O Great Enema in Chief
When will you feel pure?

:- Doug.

My father was feet
and body being used up when
one day precision calipers!

:- Doug.

To end with unexplained image is to turn.

:- Doug.

There is no such thing as good writing.
There is not even good re-writing.
There is only re-writing and re-
Writing till it gets
A little better.

:- Doug.

Did you think turkeys don’t fly? I just saw seven wild turkeys fly away!

:- Doug.

Dreams are real too
able to shoulder us along

:- Doug.

And the talk will lead them
past dreams and discouragements
toward the center of the bloom

:- Doug.

Once I read what a new mother wrote after watching emotions play across her baby’s face. “I saw my baby was my equal in emotions,” was what I recall. In a similar way I am equal to great writers in the insights playing across my humanity.

:- Doug.

There are other
paths to a person’s
soul

:- Doug.

Of a morning I wrote three poems
no matter I am happy

:- Doug.

What will we say
do the words matter
will we thank

:- Doug.