Assorted Micro-Poetry

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The Second Coming of Pan

When Pan came back

he was born in the earth

hoof and horn knitted together

from filaments of fungus

he sits at a screen

his shadow on the cave wall

typing spells into a keyboard

finding the weak parts of

the systems we built.

and sending us love notes

that pop up as mushrooms

outside our window.

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Throwing the Bones

Who is the one

with no opponent

who plays a game with all our games?

.

  The mother of us all

threw the bones long before

we invented dice.

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Before Coming Out

when i was young

silence taught me how to speak.

my language became labyrinthine

to protect

the multifaceted mirror

at its center

that reflected

the color

of my beloved’s eyes.

 when you can’t say “i love you”

you learn to use the whole project of speech

to romance the world.

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Turtles All the Way Down

(for Jess)

210 million years ago

on the lake shores of the Late Triassic

a message was set adrift

encrypted on some strands

of DNA

the message

which contained esoteric instructions

on how to beat a disembodied heart

was put inside a carapace

and largely

forgotten about

 

210 million years ago

Mother Nature

sent a message in a bottle

not fully knowing

that it would reach the shores

of another world

 

of our world

in the form

of Turtle.

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Her Game (apocalyptic ecology)

worms that digest garbage;

mushrooms that break down oil;

lichen that absorbs radiation;

Being aboard this planet

in a time of post-industrial collapse

feels like being inside a sentient puzzle,

a throbbing rubik’s cube of bone and moss

that keeps getting reconfigured

but never tires of solving itself.

Through the wincing eyes of a thousand dying coyotes

our mother winks coyly

reminding her children

that collapse is also decomposition

and as long as there are stars

she will compose again.

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