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I Heard the Owl Call My Name

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I Heard the Owl Call My Name 4 august 2018 jp Funny thing. He was there last night. Strix nebulosa. And I answered his call. I hooted back. This morning, I see him, large, like huge, like big like someone you could hug in your arms. Or sit on your shoulder and tell you what to do. But bigger than that. We looked at each other. Or maybe he looked at me. Then flew so silently away. Leaving me alone in the trees. And sky above. Then he talked again to me tonight. Just now, A moment ago. From somewhere in the northwest. And the light has faded and darkness has come and the forest and air in my nostrils is no longer real. And I answered him, Me somewhere just in the south east trees. Then he talked back. I waited. Then silence. Funny thing. I'm not ready to go. But it is time. I heard the owl call my name.

My People

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My People 1993   jp So, I had gone to school and Melanie hooked up with Derek and Andrew went to Namibia and Paul got a school scholarship and Caroline returned from Honduras and Lance put a roof on his car wash and Andy cracked another gutter joke and Ruth worried about community farming and Linda zapped and zipped and zollered organizing a b c AND d and Tony flew and made babies and Farokh believed in development and Sally bussled and busied getting messages to everyone and soccer would soon kick off and some went gone to Malawi and India and Indonesia and Columbia and The Gambia and jp cancelled everything to stay home and not try to save or plan the world. Of course, as a modern day missionary of the rational mind jp (that's me) would have to go through the motions of believing the mania of school, washing cars, soccer, and flying off to other countries.   He would have to do a thesis.   He had decided on strategic economic community plan

Financing My Accounts

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Financing My Accounts April 3, 1993   jp Build up Build down Mother's spinning wheel goes round and round, Buildings and stock exchanges Wealth builds on itself Nimble fingers weaving cloth Cotton grown from tilling ground, Empires going up while the rain comes down Some prevailing in the clouds Many ploughing on the ground, The sun comes up and the sun goes down Empires aspire skyward only, Unlike Mother with her spinning And cotton always coming, Empires come and gone.

Dissolving

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Dissolving january 2019 jp Here in am I dissolving In night the darkness coming toward the dawn I see light in snapshots Of your smile Your breath taking away from me Your lips Upon which I draw My fingers entwined in strings of memory Wrapped round the wine that sips Through my lips Yours, wet… And clouds my mind in snowflakes Gentle, warm That float through my eyes in sparkles Across the screen of my mind now mindless ming… A wine soaked video… Oh… I love the light the falling flakes shatter like shot Pain-steeped baptism sweeps a pleasure across my flesh… I can take no more, so… So, Quietly, I take the handle, twist, and step Across the threshold Into shallow snow out into night where none and no one Interrupt the neon lights and shadows in pinks and greens and colours And haze across my drunken eyes Against the rain drops frozen as they fall in plucks and plicks upon my skin Beading