Door to the Subconscious (a haibun)

The radiant room inside your mind – lit with bright pinks, purples, and blues. Deep inside the dream world, we’ve accessed your subconscious. Down the narrow halls, leading to forbidden desires. What lies beyond the door?

Beyond the bright door
Lies memories that make you
And also break you

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Great Unknown (a poem)

can you picture God?

it’s better you don’t

we call him by a masculine name

but maybe he’s genderless

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Primordial (a poem)

I am the tramp who wanders American backroads

I am the immigrant who seeks asylum but is denied entry

I am the fool who cries at the drug rehab

I am the fortunate son who squanders wealth

I am the bus driver who drives the Greyhound off the cliff

I am the night-storm that terrorizes the Midwest

I am the space-dust that destroys satellites

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