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Tolkien’s Art Finds a Hobbit Hole
I stand in the rounded doorway of the entrance chamber. The wall to my right bears a calligraphed monogram in the form of a cross laid over a curl of ribbon. The gatekeeper, a man with a black suit and a walkie-talkie, cautions me against phone use. ‘We were trying to make it feel like…
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Girl in the sun
Girl in the sunRejoycing over a day without cloudsShe is bloomingIn petals of goldAnd never seems overly sad.
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Youth
In those nights of darknessAll that can be felt is the rhythmic pulseOf the music that permeatesThe darkened hall and all those in it- For in this packed hallDo people lose themselves to the soundsOf the computerized nightWhere the scent of alcohol wafts up- Into the homogenous scentOf cigarettes and sensual muskWhich overcome all those…
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Boy in the moon
Boy in the moon.Rejoicing for a day with stars.So far in the clouds he satLaughing a day ahead.
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Bay-Sick Scene
Street performers stroll down the sidewalks of San Francisco, Catching stares and slipping dollars from tin cups into their pockets. These are no ordinary drummers and drawers. No, these sly schemers are homeless by profession. Jugglers and gigolos alike challenge onlookers to suspend their disbelief As one skilled artist delicately throws and snatches balls of…
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Love and God
Before we get to Love and God, We of the Showbear Family Circus write with a heavy heart to tell you that the author of these three poems, Jonathan Dowdle, passed from this life between acceptance and confirmation of terms. There was an 8-month delay. We learned 10 days ago that the reason for the…
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You Will Never Find Me This Way
Before we get to You Will Never Find Me This Way, We of the Showbear Family Circus write with a heavy heart to tell you that the author of these three poems, Jonathan Dowdle, passed from this life between acceptance and confirmation of terms. There was an 8-month delay. We learned 10 days ago that…
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Write Fearless
Before we get to Write Fearless, We of the Showbear Family Circus write with a heavy heart to tell you that the author of these three poems, Jonathan Dowdle, passed from this life between acceptance and confirmation of terms. There was an 8-month delay. We learned 10 days ago that the reason for the delay…
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Heart is full of everything
Heart is full of everything,days and nights just a swing,I am in a whirlwind.
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Greeting the New Year
Large shapes shy and neigh on the edges of our circle. An outline across the flames is you, beneath blankets, unwilling to face night’s sure vast loss. Morning’s approach is less heard than felt. A silent crescendo, a change in the air, a long breathless sigh. The horses, knowing dawn, further range. Then I see,…
