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Before the Frost Comes

Before the Frost Comes

The Realist Struggles With Vacation Brochures   The painter who wanted to sing And write and travel And be the incognito ruler of the world Left his apartment that should have been a house Or a mansion In the country not the city Instead of bleakness He wanted lush greens and grounds And stone pools Shining in the sun Years were to be filled With talks and walks And healing of souls Through his words or images The notes coming…

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The Decision

The Decision

And he thought about building Crafting Making things Merging the useful with the useless To some For there are beings in this world Who care nothing for beauty There are beings in this world Who care nothing for art So he would build the functional And make it sing for the tone deaf For the colorless he’d make Things bloom in usefulness But then he thought Why work so hard For them? For the beings who pass it all by…

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Thrown into Being

Thrown into Being

The clearing She thought she heard The last clearing It was Heidegger’s not hers And after his keyre His turn So many turned on him But not for that For other things like his falling out of Being With the world With the world as it ought to be So she passed through that last clearing On her way to something nonfictional Non-mythical . . . beyond epic legend and folk-tale Existence comes before essence she thought Or we have…

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Death and the Mountain

Death and the Mountain

I The splinter of sunrise in the mind Before the wind shifts And the beacon fades All of life is a furtive glance By death By death in life Unless we laugh and make that splinter Shine Make it manifest as full beam As entire sun Entire world   II The girl feared no one would care She feared no one would come after her But Van Gogh watched And Van Gogh cared As she walked into the horizon alone…

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Clever Autumns With Parochial Zephers

Clever Autumns With Parochial Zephers

Looking at an old poem from decades ago. Trying to see if it still holds up. Some poets, like Yeats, revised even published works, changing new editions of their collections over time. This isn’t really like that. But it is a return to some dark cove, some ancient lough, for reassessment and advice:   Clever Autumns With Parochial Zephers   Blindness and cacophonyLike time underwater The yews tremble for their Lovers on the mountain tops Four beats to every heartAnd…

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In Search Of: Six Questions . . .

In Search Of: Six Questions . . .

My interview with Jim Harrington is up over at his Six Questions blogspot. It’s a good series for writers (artists, musicians, filmmakers, etc) to delve into, giving them an idea of what editors might be looking for. Of course, my particular interview won’t do that. It will just muddy the already foggy, murky, swirling waters. Hopefully, your great and untapped strength will overcome the confusion.  

Lustful Celebrations

Lustful Celebrations

    The Wildest Night of the New Moon     Detachment from Separation from One’s life like a window Not an eye gazing through The odd gap in the wall But the hole the gap the window itself With nothing there on either side No cross No reflection Nothing to reflect Like a portrait of the ideal Of null This goes terribly wrong Shifts focus to blur and haze And fog without context Or consent

Upon Further Reflection

Upon Further Reflection

We have new poetry from several excellent writers for our June issue. Donal Mahoney, Corey Mesler, Isaac Black, William Doreski, Ricky Garni and Steve F. Klepetar. They’ve each added a spark to Spinozablue and expand its history.   *     *     *     *     * Pathways have always intrigued me. Especially deep pathways that go on forever, with tall thick woods all around that deepen as you go further in. They should scare you just a little bit and make you question…

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