Long Whiteboard Poems

Three voices required,
Professor,
and two students:
Yang as Fr. Time
YinYin as Sr. Gaia

In a college classroom with Win-Win Game Theory written on whiteboard.

Professor: 
Today we are going to role play 
a Win-Win enculturation game.

We will define enculturation...

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"Small Mutinies"



So what if my point of view
is not that which wraps 
you in comfortably warm
fluffed-up silky 
cashmere blankets 
of insecure insincerity
simple scribbles 
bleating from the 
chirping crickets 
and frog croaking
symphonies 
muddying waters
cutting pristine lines...

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The window lets in an odd solitary ray of light,
Of timid color, a cusp between twilight and night.
It lands hesitatingly on the golden tip of my pen,
and then blasts into the iris of my eye,...

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Tomorrow you will wake up
   drag yourself out of your bed
     even when your mind is tired
          so is every...

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I’m a person of faith...so are you
Dying by comparison, to
Windswept cliffs
Water with choppy teeth
Baptismal pool?
Will it save you?

Pointing at the whiteboard
Hear the squeak of multicolored markers
In your head, dead
Points most of them

Feet are slipping, stones
Falling...

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Forgiven

“7 But if we walk in the light as He is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanses us from all sin.8 If we...

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I teach cartooning class to thirteen first and second graders.
On Leadership Day.
Once a month.
It is a cinch,
As last year I was teaching cartooning class to thirty-one
Kindergarten students.
This is amazingly simple.
Before they congregate I draw something...

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PERSONALITIES OF ALICE

Alice peaks out through the hole she dug
     Alice sneaks out through the hole she dug
          And so forth

 ...

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Do you not find it strange,
Even slightly ironic, 
That in a time when knowledge is king, 
A living beast that that we seek to tame, 
So, we can reach the top of the heap,
A quest...

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Crawling the serrated knife’s edge
Oh, how the straight path to dreams winds
Driving the lender’s car towards mirages retreating
Tires still dry, one interview to the next
Eaten a lot of oysters, no pearl yet
Another day with the...

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Promises:

Made in abundant,
like the infinite universe.
Far from completion,
like the distance between galaxies.
Sucking on life,
like a black hole.

You made promises,
like graffiti in comics,
just remained in those pages,
and never to life.
like lipstick on my lips,
when rubbed it...

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When I was born
the light was in other people’s eyes.
warm hands coddled
spills of milky mew-shaped thirsts
dabbed at my whiteboard mind.

I began to wink the world into shapes;
as a new Loosely fleshed presence
I turned listless in...

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The silence hurt
The empty hours
Aching to be filled
With meaningful activity
With encouraging words
The office abandoned
The empty desks
Unread bookcases
Files to be scrutinised
Would things ever revert?
The hubbub of colleagues
The banter in the corridor
The incidental exchange of ideas
The shared...

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Mental or physical, 
I'm sick and leaving
The mental hospital today. 
My backbone a twisted rope of despair
I do and I don't want to choke
On misery, questions and shame.

Lasso the Abyss, bind
Me In this moment, Now

Driving...

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The camera inside the picture
concertina's time-lines into exclamation points.
Antique tripods brace themselves,
their quaint brass fittings
help minds to adjust.

Some turn a grooved infinity sprocket.
Some cave paint on the arching
bones of elk heads.

If we are to discover...

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Love is a blank canvas, a phantasmagoric fantasy,
to pucker up with glossy lips, the subtle soft brush
against the opposite sex, with eye-shades drawn.

Love doesn’t know the body yet, still sizing it up.
It doesn’t know the...

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dear god or whatever
you can begin me now
begin me on a whiteboard
a blackboard
anything that can be erased

my cookie was baked with bad blood
begin me as if I were a dying fish
on an alien shore 
gulping
impossible...

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What does one do when in the public loo, 
Apart from the obvious one’s or two’s, well it’s true!
Walls decorated with an array of graffiti and words
Scribble, or jokes, tasteless, amusing or absurd  
The...

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dear god or whatever
you can begin me now
begin me on a whiteboard
a blackboard
anything that can be erased

my cookie was baked with bad blood
begin me again
as if I were a fish
on an alien shore
gulping impossible air

i...

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Beneath my feet
is the only land I own
and that feels as true
as the handle of a good hammer
  or my favorite pen.

Why is it, then, that
  my tongue is bitter
dust and something ...

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Let me be predictable

and say three is a trinity

" ... detectable ..."

The Fathers

who found her

on the "check"

"... her whiteboard..."

respectable

and their patience

undeniable

where they play

is in the lining

between silver clouds

that God laid

fOur the finding...

" ... she can...

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yep that's right

she stood in the light

while men in masks

played rolls on floors

checker the color 

of her black 

and whiteboard...

she was adored

dads played song

and she drank along

with a fresh cup of cider 

and her pet...

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Dear God or whatever,
you can begin me now.
Begin me on a whiteboard,
a blackboard, anything that can be erased
to begin again. 

My cookie was crumbling,
my cookie was baked with bad blood.
Dear whatever, 
begin me as if...

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