Good Morning You
Good Morning, My Love
Good Morning Again
Good Morning Love
Good Morning Friend
Another Morning, Love
Good Morning
Love Poems
Birdbath
Everyone Should
Fawning & Yawning
Give & Take
Goodbye
Happiness In Eight Words
Only Words
Spend Hours On Her Lips
More Poetry by Subject
Love Poems
Relationship Poems
Sensual Poems
Poems about Beauty
Poems about Equality
Poems about Nature
Poems about Freedom
Ecological Poems
Poems about Ego
Irreverent Poems
Musing Poems
Observational Poems
Playful Poems
Poems about Timelessness
Poems about Renewal
Poems about Oneness
Poems about Nothingness
Zen Poems
No-Mind Poems (Zen)
Non-Doing Poems (Tao)
Poetry (by Book)
Coffee Stains
Documenting the Obvious
Renegade Echo
Ture Love
Masquerading as Self
High Coo
Nothing Exists
Heated Pilgrim
Assume the Position
Minds Never Touch
Masquerading
as Self
as Self
(short form prose & poetry)
Poems 1-33
Poems 34-66
Poems 67-98
Coincidence
Panting
Underground Clouds
My Heart Burns
Her Own Labotomy
www.nothing.com
Detroit
Forgiveness
Hey Monsoon-head,
I Ching
In The Dark
You Don't Exist
Pure Consciousness
Twilight Answer
My Compassion
Could Be's
Kindness
My Head
Significant Point
Advising An Approach
Look Closely
Nuclear War
Do You Know
Do Not Mistake My Fire
A Few Notes On Possibility
The Worker
Another How
You & God
Hot Is How Promises Linger
Refinement
Glimpse
A Minor Weather Warning
Wilding
It started in my early twenties following a miserable break-up. Disenchanted, I dropped into deep despair. Inconsolable, I managed to scribble out something reflecting what was going on inside. It must have been the power in affirmation and just getting it on paper where it was more tangible (something that could be processed more readily).I suppose the same is true today. As I develop, so does the poetry. It is now more than twenty years later, and I am still comforted by-- and find great joy in the struggle to accurately depict the inner. There is a quote that apparently appears on a Celestial Seasonings tea box— a quote by Rebecca West. She writes: "I cannot see that art is anything less than a way of making joys perpetual." This is my feeling about writing. I would add to this "and to make the less than joyful more clear".
There is something about this short form (no poem is more than a page long) that appeals to me. I depart from the classic haiku, yet am still compelled to be succinct. For more on this, read my words on the art of highcoo.
In the year 2000, a friend was doing a poetry reading and invited me to read. I rummaged through about 300 of them and found a few. The reading was very encouraging. People responded well— lots of laughter. It was the first time I had shared them. This was exciting to me, and I considered self-publishing.
In 2006, I published my first book, entitled Coffee Stains. My hope is that there is an audience of irreverent, anarchistic, tree hugging, meditating, Zen-like, Taoist, and politically responsive folks out there who will enjoy these pieces. I must give all credit (if credit is due) to the amused within who relentlessly calls my pen to the page. Thank you for reading.