Long Cyclical Poems

Yang, dear.

Yes, my lovely Yin.

Why do you map Game Theory
onto EcoFeminist Political Theory?
It comes across as either just confusing
or, even worse,
vaguely sexist.

Really!
How sexist?

Well you seem to associate competitive ZeroSum WinLose
with strong aggressive patriarchal effectiveness
for defending...

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Cooperative Feministas
are not quite so much Competitive Manifestos.

In David Holmgren's introduction to Permacultural Therapeutic Design,
he contrasts "Industrial Culture" with "Sustainable Culture"
kind of like comparing masculine LeftBrain culture
with feminist RightBrain enculturation, nurturance, resonance
over the longer-term scenaria,
rather...

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I'm sure it was Rob Brezsny, again,
who first pointed out to me
that Western psychoanalysts give priority to pathologies within family relationships,
while Eastern analysts, more embedded in philosophies of interdependence,
begin with what nurturing health dynamics we...

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In cooperative detective work,
including Earth scientific research,
we are told to follow the money
much more often
than feeling invited 
to follow the nutritional health investors
and the toxic pathological attackers

Whether our trail is a criminal
or political
economic impassioned journey
of...

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{ emo music inspired poem }

ELEPHANT WOMAN 

She is Elephant Woman 
you cannot hide from her
in houses of brick or glass or 
lined velvet curtains
whether it sits on Signal Hill
or in Newlands bourgeois class 
cannot...

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I need to talk about addictions,
about my addiction issues,
and maybe yours.

Addiction gets a deserved bad rap
but that doesn't mean we have no more
than mean-spirited possibilities.

Our first addiction,
and, for the lucky ones,
the functional extended multigenerational
multicultural families
and...

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Should we shed the boy and be a man?
Shoot of spirit wild -to be tamed in the tamed land.
Where is the proof that this cynical evolution;
this cyclical passthrough is a strengthened constitution.
A blur and a...

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Siegfried and the Uniq-Horn
by Loch David Crane, "The Magic Santa Claus" 
October 10, 2003       

This is the story of the Unicorn,	
of Siegfried and his friend Roy Horn.
These immigrants first...

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In the twilight of life, when the sun weeps its rays on the reddened sky of memories,
I feel how autumn weaves its golden and rusty web over the garden of my weary soul,
Each falling leaf...

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The storm comes less often now,
Come it does.
Cyclical… Circular… predictable in its pattern.
It’s been a while dear friend.
 
            The sun so bright-
 ...

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Oh, let us feast,
not just on food,
but on moments,
on the essence of togetherness,
the essence of now,
the sharing of burdens,
the lightening of hearts.
In every bite, a memory,
in every sip, a promise,
that we will gather again,
as the...

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This past summer I had taken some time to begin reading a newly acquired book, and went to a nearby park to do so.  Sometime thereafter I took a break from reading and noticed...

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They say it's a time to slip in the mud, and begin anew.
Kick off the dust of yester ...
      and put on the dress of Yes Sir! and Thank You...

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You had my heart. Yeah girl you owned.  I would've sent it to you UPS but instead I just
phoned it through text messages and phone calls, talking about really nothing at all
except that I...

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we squeeze in the moment, breeze by the apartment of gore, go to the store with a nail and a 2x4 , flip the sign on the door, excuse yourself coz you're poor and ignored...

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The poem "VANTABLACK" exhibits a profound exploration of emotions and existential themes. As a poet, one would appreciate the nuanced use of language and the depth of introspection conveyed through the verses.

The title, "VANTABLACK," immediately...

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Eons ago, near two flowing rivers in old China 
Lived an old, white clothed man ninety-nine years of age 

Who glared at two mountains he knew from his long-dead childhood 
Who glared at the giants...

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War fire flames pain
Every attack seems in vane 
A soldier fights through the pain
Before he will go insane

He kills his enemy with his last breath
Before he himself welcomes death
One of the soldiers crashes through enemy...

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Romans 13:1 - “The authorities that exist have been established by God”… 

Though that seems more of a facade, long shot and a fraud from a world long gone
Since sin no longer seems fiction in...

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Under the sun and moon, flawed men linger in the cold 
Who in the mist of darkness, cut and rip apart trees eons old 
While stepping on grass and insects for wood to be sold...

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Does society treat you the way you want it to, or are there some things that could use a tweak here and there?
Do people judge you without even knowing you? 
Do you feel oppressed? 
Are...

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by Mark Miller © 03/19/2014
Waiting beside the seaside absent who never arrives after graven payment-
Standing by Stan's shadow of ascent looks for loners promise repents,
Sullen watch golden sold feelings lost upon darken silhouette in trusted...

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where one fist is thrown 
another will see the knuckles displayed &
with each connection the rage from one
primate to the next comes spiraling downward---
there is a visceral reaction that brings the 
onlooker back & if...

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I love working in the bookstore where I am constantly surprised 
as I get to watch slices of life play out before my eyes…

I heard them before I saw them…a mother and her daughter too.
“Hey...

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Here in the heavy depths of insolent woes,
We gesture and talk and waste our time,
Staking claim to each minute of our earthly life,
Running the hours through a clock by the day,
Never sated, not content to...

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