• High Summer and Green
    The Color of Truth Seems to
    Float Among the Trees
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  • Benediction on the 50th Anniversary of the USM Honors College

    Ah hopes for the future? The ultimate simple, compelling question of infinitely complex answers. I am so excited to see what today’s Honors students will become. I claim I write to make sense of this world and the hardest questions require the most delicate tools.  Poetry then, for me haiku.  This is what I have to offer on the future.  A benediction of sorts.

    The Coming Future
    The One Great Mystery We
    All Choose to Believe

    Be Still, Calm Your Mind
    Close Your Eyes, Open Your Self
    Let it Reach Beyond

    Feel the Tomorrows
    In This Day’s Rumbles, Shouts and
    Evolving Silence

    Glimpse What Emerges
    In How Shadows Fall and the
    Shifting Forms of light

    Touch that Forthcoming
    Caress it, Mold it, Breathe life 
    On Today’s Dull Clay

    Hold That Fresh Future
    In Your Heart, a New Born and 
    You It’s Parent Now

    So Come, Let Us All
    Lend a Voice to Sing That New
    Day Into Being

  • Episode R4.0 – Color

    Haiku Reflections on Color

    R40 Color TranscriptDownload

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  • Late Spring, Longer Days
    And The Oldest Trees Reach Their
    Green Hope to the Sky

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  • Wind Fell’d Tree, Nest Down
    Chicks Gone, Just Two Adults and
    A Hole in the Sky

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  • March Sunlight Racing
    Across Browned Prairie Grasses
    Beside Cloud Shadows
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  • Sunlight Tumbling
    Across the Prairie Like a 
    Scarf Blown in the Wind
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  • Just Before Springtime
    Winter Browned Tall Grasses Lay
    Woven on the Ground
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  • When Bombs Start Falling
    The Futility Erupts
    Of Our Picking Sides
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  • Episode M4.0 – Color

    Haiku Meditations on Color

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  • Sunlight, Snow, and Ice
    On Faded Prairie Flowers
    Paints Their Second Bloom

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  • Browned Grasses Riding
    The Wind, Silvering As Sun
    Melts the Morning Frost
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  • The World Seems Brighter
    At Nine Below, Beneath a
    White-Blue Winter Sky

    Can the Light Just Freeze
    In Some Moment Between a
    Wave and Particle 

    Stilled Beyond Even
    Quantum Measure to a Place
    Where The Soul Resides

    Showing the Real World
    In a Fleeting Moment of 
    Random Perfection
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  • Balmed by this Prairie’s
    Mid-winter Pallet Fawn
    Grass, White Snow, Green Pines
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  • White Duvet Cover
    Bunched Like Snow Drifts, Ollie Cat
    Is Sleeping Beneath
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  • Snow Blown In Ridges
    And Whorls, Wind’s Fingerprints
    On Frozen Prairie
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  • Bare Limbed, Ridge Top Trees,
    Etched on Sky, Roll Long Shadows
    Down Snow-Covered Fields
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  • Surge and Fade, Wind Blown
    Snow Like a Faint Memory,
    First Here and Then Gone
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  • Light Rain on Snow Fields
    Mist Rising December is
    Restless Before Sleep

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  • Atop a Slight Ridge
    Snow Paints The Wind In Sunlight,
    Shadow and Curved Drifts
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  • Ice on Winter Browned
    Prairie Grass, Luminescent,
    Warmed by the Sunrise
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  • Cleaning Up After
    Thanksgiving’s Feast Memories
    Floating in the Air

    Brushing Crumbs Off the
    Counter Into My Cupped Hand
    Just Like My Mom Did

    My Hand a Shadow
    Of Hers, Lit By Her Joy in
    Feeding Her Loved Ones

    Radiating Across
    The Years, Undimmed, to Warm Me
    Despite Time’s Cool Gaze
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  • First Snow Over Night
    Prairie Wears a Palette of
    Muted Browns and Whites

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  • Shadow and Sunlight
    Race Across Browning Prairie
    Earth Prepares to Rest
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  • Deep In the Forest
    Lake Michigan is Revealed
    By Her Surf’s Soft Song
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  • Just Harvested Fields
    Reveal the Curves and Contours
    Of the Resting Earth
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  • I Was Just a Kid
    Grumpy To Be Made to Help
    In My Dad’s Garden

    I Did Not Know Then
    That With All the Vegetables 
    He Gardened His Son
     
    He’s Gone On Now, But 
    The Joy of Well Tended Earth
    Blooms Softly in Me
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  • This Long Afternoon
    Passed with Bee and Butterfly
    Beyond Time’s Regard

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  • Mid Summer Twilight
    Lingers in My Eyes, on My 
    Skin. Benediction
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  • Summer’s Long Twilight
    Catch a Full Moon Rising Through
    Day Light’s Fading Glow
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  • A Not Quite Full Moon
    Just After a Summer Sunset
    Killdear and Frogs Call
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  • Just a Tiny Patch
    Of Rainbow as Sunset Lights 
    The Towering Storm Clouds
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  • Long Summer Evenings
    On the Prairie Finches Flash
    Gold in the Sunlight
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  • An Early Summer
    Dawn After a Rainy Night
    Sun and Mist Rising

    Birds Trill and Frogs Sing
    Twined with Incense of Moist Earth,
    New Prairie Grasses

    Yes, This Day Begins
    Blessed with Sensual Gifts Wrapped in
    Floating Mystery
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  • Fresh Green Leaves Embossed
    On Rich Blue Skies.  Spring Paints Life
    In Primary Colors
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  • These Hillside Grasses
    Carry the Day’s Sunlight Long
    Into the Evening
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  • Walking Chicago Streets
    A Little Drunk on Facades,
    Towers, and Shared Lore

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  • Winter into Spring
    What was Still Begins to Move
    Worlds Recreated

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  • Winter’s Forest Floor
    Brown, White, and Still Sun Spotlights
    Growing Green Mosses

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  • Bluest Winter Skies
    A Few High Sheer Clouds that Stream
    And Flutter Like Flags
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  • A Winter Prairie 
    Long Late Afternoon Shadows
    Geese in Distant Skies
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  • Episode R3.2 – Rock and Stone

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  • Elemental Cold
    Lit by Blue Sky and Bright Sun
    A Winter’s Heart Beat

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  • Bright Sun and Blue Sky
    Snow Speckles Pond Ice and Dry
    Prairie Grasses Glow

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  • Snow Rests on Pond Ice
    Like a Dream, Dry Prairie Grass
    Glows Gold at Sunset
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  • Wispy Wind-Blown Clouds 
    Drift Like Sand or Snow Across
    The Autumn Blued Sky
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  • Dry Prairie Grasses
    Speak of Summer but Sunlight
    Glimmers on Pond Ice
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  • First Winter Storm Blows
    Snow Curling Off the Rooftops
    Feel Slumber Coming

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  • Bruised by Our Knowledge
    We Make Our Lives Sublime With
    The Gift of Belief
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  • Sunlight Ripples Down
    Through the Forest Canopy 
    Wind and Chipmunk Dance
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