[Disconnected fragments found in one of my old journals.
A couple times a year, I pull out one of these tattered, beer-stained notebooks and read through it. I feel like an archeologist. Many poems of mine have come from one of these digs. I’ll let you know if any come from these bone fragments and pottery shards.]

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… We can never be sure of any of our memories
when the sea is involved …

… she touches her ear;
seems softly happy …

… I don’t mind Christians individually. It’s when two or more are gathered in His name that they start to worry me. …

… Noah was often seasick and dreamed of taking a drive in the country in a pale blue Chevy; the bugs splattering against his windshield, two at a time. …

… A walk in the woods alone is a meditation
A walk in the woods w/ two is a communion
A walk in the woods w/ three is a fellowship
A walk in the woods w/ four or more is a walk in the woods …

… A crumpled dollar bill
like a distant dripping faucet:
Desolate. Beautiful. …

… All art is revolutionary.
All revolutionaries are artists.
All absolutes are false. …