Unbounded

I was inspired to write this, my 16th hybridanelle, after listening to a recent edition of Coast to Coast AM, where the radio show’s original host and creator, Art Bell, dedicated an hour to describing his experience with the recent loss of his wife. I’m not sure what motivated me, but it was a very strong sudden urge, and I pursued it to the creation of this poem. Hearing him talk about his experience was very moving to me—Made quite an impression.

I was actually about to start reading up on an entirely different subject that I felt was suitable to the hybridanelle form. But after listening to this broadcast I changed my mind and reoriented my efforts toward dedicating the next project poem to him and the memory of his wife, Ramona Bell. She passed away without warning on January 5th. Although I sent a copy of this poem to him, I doubt he’ll ever see it since he’s pretty much drowning in emails from his listeners.

Unbounded

This poem has been published in my book an inkling hope: select poems, available in Kindle and paperback formats. Out of consideration for those who have purchased a copy, I have removed it from this post and online viewing in general.

Ark

This, my 5th trisect poem, is inspired by the moon of Europa. The one in orbit around Jupiter. Some believe there could be something neat happening beneath the rind of ice surrounding that unique sphere.

Segment one depicts that rind of ice. Segment two depicts the underlying potential. And segment three depicts the evolutionary process proposed to be a possibility.

Ark

This poem has been published in my book an inkling hope: select poems, available in Kindle and paperback formats. Out of consideration for those who have purchased a copy, I have removed it from this post and online viewing in general.

Publication History:

Art Arena (web-based) — March 2006

Cabin Pressure

This is experimental. Just playing with imagery.

Cabin Pressure

Crammed into a stainless tube
bolted fast to turbine lungs,
each passenger is forced to sacrifice
the strong illusion of eternal self.

Great lungs suck in a standing breath
which howls like a perpetual wind
and heaves the cylinder through space
above the spread of folding clouds.

Ambivalence

It was an interesting dream. Though my ambivalence lessened as a result of this dream experience, it ultimately did not work out that I remained her step-father.

Ambivalence

This poem has been published in my book an inkling hope: select poems, available in Kindle and paperback formats. Out of consideration for those who have purchased a copy, I have removed it from this post and online viewing in general.

Dispossession

This hearkens back to an experience I had as a runaway teenager. It is the only time in my life where I feel absolutely certain that I encountered a demon or evil spirit of some sort.

Dispossession

yes…

            i have seen your claws
        razor black talons
    aimed at my mind

            i have seen your eyes
        dark red slits in the depths
    of ink blot shadows

and…

            i have felt your touch
        siphon warmth from my blood till shards
    cracked from my spirit

yet…

    i will never forget
        how you shriveled in terror
            when i called to the stars