for those who rewrite love poems twice.

Where can crazy people expect to go now

but to shipwrecks and used book stores

to find in the living, store rooms painted green?

So when I was first diagnosed,

was it not like the tender silk of corn? I'm reading

of 

how under the Arctic there are whales still alive from when

Melville first wrote with no2 pencils till they

were worn and his palms hurt.

I read that and thought, oh S**t! Something has lived

for more than 200 years in the mostly cold and dark

and here

my a*s cant stand my loved beads to be chilled around my neck.

Or for my lover to leave

for a second

their socks strewn across the dock. Where once sat

the thrice tied up ship.

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

What an incredible world view you have dear friend. The almost synthegisic connections you make are mind blowing. I see the lines you create and I feel wonder at your skills.
The title here made me feel somewhat guilty. I have been thinking that is exactly what I do. Creativity needs to change and that is precisely what you have done and do. No one could accuse you of hide bound style and that I think is what I find so bloody fantastic about your creations.
Your poems continue from what seems the autobiographical off into the multiverse. You allow the reader to follow but make no rules about how. These are works for the intelligent and commited reader. (Not that I count myself as such that would be too ingenious).
Wonderful, wondeful mature work.

[h d e rushin]

thank you Ken...And if you celebrate Thanksgiving where you are....then happy Thanksgiving to you and yours.....dana

[Beccy]

And here, once again we are gifted the alchemy of your agile mind; always you create, rather than merely compose.

Beccy. x

[h d e rushin]

dear Beccy, i've mssed you terribly. thanks for stopping by with good words....happy holidays to you my friend. dana

[W.k.kortas]

And the pencils are gone, and the whale carries on; but maybe not--I wonder if multiple centuries of existing in the "mostly cold and dark" is enough, or somehow preferable to Melville wearing out both pencil and self? I would think you would think not.

[h d e rushin]

thank you my dearest wk for stopping by to visit me...happy thanksgiving to you and yours my friend....dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you are amazing, dana...

i wish i could write with this intensity...

and those whales still live, and Melville smiles, and Ahab wishes he had two good legs and a better number 2 pencil....or maybe a pen that won't run out of ink while he is chasing his dreams.

and we all chase ours...and write about them because we are poets...and sometimes i dream of not being one, not feeling like i have to write down what comes...sometimes i would just like to let the whale go.

j.

[h d e rushin]

there such truth in those words Jacob..than you my friend....dana