Sunday, December 31, 1978

Friday, November 24, 1978



The soft rush of wings 
beat against the steel confines 
of the prison, the sound 
of pealing church bells 
strikes against the bars,  
the cage that encompasses 
more than a heartbeat.

No date, found on a scrap of paper with the poem called the scars on my toes from 1978.

Odiyan no efile

Friday, September 1, 1978

Atrocity of Luminosity no efile

Word of the Lord no efile

Angels of Death no efile

Fluid Processes no efile

Education no efile

The scars on my toes no efile

Purification no efile

Love Song no efile

Inland Passsage no efile

Daughter's Mother no efile

Confrontation no efile

3 poems: Word Gambling no efile

Thursday, June 1, 1978



cosmos merges with the mind
the universe unfolds itself
endlessly expanding
creates a spectrum of color
and matter imploding
the creation of matter
the soul's mud
& inner cosmos—
within a vortex
harbors vast galaxies
or just a single atom
& the mind emerges
within the cosmos
of self and void

Summer 1978
rev. 1979

one of the few early poems to make it to the digital age.

Sunday, January 1, 1978

About this collection of poems, memoir and whatnot

About this collection, the first poetry journal I found dates from June 8, 1979, so most of my early poems did not make it into the digital format. (I've since found a bunch of earlier work, no journals—hand-calligraphed poems for David Bromige's poetry class at Sonoma State, F 78), so I've moved this post from June, 1979, to Jan of 1978). I think June, 1979 was when I first began to take myself seriously as a poet. Reading the earlier, work I don't think I'll be publishing most of it, unless it's a version.

I'm still hunting down the polished versions, and will post them as I go, so check back early and often. Whenever possible—especially if there's a huge discrepancy between the final copy of a poem as compared to first write, I've tried to post the handwritten version below. If I have the date of revision, it's posted. But not always.

How I embarked upon this endeavor, was after an accidental posting for a poem with the wrong date sent it way onto the past. MY blog organized with old and new work, came to a standstill. I couldn't find anything.

Then I was opening up some old digital files, and began to notice that some pieces (if I could open them), were missing chunks of text—most notably the end lines. So the race was on to get all my stuff online. Well, maybe, not ALL, but at least the strong stuff. If I changed a word or two, I don't add a rev. note. But most of this early stuff was posted mid-to late 2015. If I had any other substantiating info, especially the handwritten version, I posted that as well. Very archival.