Poetry

Poem in the Dark JCA

A Poet in the Dark

For most of life, I haven't identified myself as a poet because writing poetry feels like something that happens to me—out of nowhere, never expected! Writing poetry or being a poet is not a choice for me, in the usual sense. I never revise the voice I transcribe in these rare, transcendent moments of my life.

Being a channeler or streamer led to a decades long battle with countless doubts about this work—since day one. I am currently revisiting 40-years of poems compiled in six trilogies. My lifelong view is changing: I am an intentional, purposeful poet and a conduit—rather than a possessed, unbelonging poet tortured by his flowing knowing. Distance and time do indeed provide perspective.

More about being a channeler.

Selected Current Poems

 Current Poems • Early Poems • Poem Breakdowns • Artistic Process Dives

To Be A Poetry Channeler

I wrote my first poem at age 18. Having rarely studied and never liking poetry in school, poetry began spilling out of me among angst-ridden journaling between ages 18 and 20, when I finished my first 200+ page poetry trilogy. I was told book titles, to compile the poems in reverse chronological order—and hardest of all—to never edit, not a single word or punctuation mark. I have completed six trilogies with the same channeling process over a period of four decades. The subjects and themes have always interested me: surrealism, philosophy, nature, humanism, spirituality, and evolving consciousness.

There is an unmistakable and recognizable voice in my head from time to time. When it arrives,
whether night or day, I grab my vintage wood clipboard and frenetically scribble down the words I hear, including line breaks, verse structure and punctuation. I'm keenly aware of setting aside my conflicting, doubtful inner critic and instead flowing with my intuitive voice. When I read the finished, unrevised poem over the following days, I see how trusting my channeling, streaming voice pays off with a poem of elegance, depth and complexity that transcends a conscious, self-directed and laboring design.

Often and reluctantly I declare that never could I write a decent poem on demand or by sheer will. Proclaiming myself a poet and presenting my work publicly has been challenging all my life because being a poet is not something I choose or aspire to. My writing process is a primarily one of compulsion and striving to listen with more ease and clarity. Oddly, I frequently look at my poems in disbelief I wrote them—most are forgotten years later. Til now, I’ve stuffed my handwritten manuscripts in a fireproof safe…only sharing the occasional poem with friends.

A Poem From Each Trilogy: An Evolving Voice

 

Trilogy 1


I can’t say…
Because I have never
been rewarded
It may be
I may never be
Or it may be
I have
been
It may be
I just can’t
see
Or it may
be
being
is rewarded.

untitled in book form
1984, Page 56
Book 2: There Are No Words

Trilogy 4

<coming later>

Trilogy 2


unclenching my jaw
dropping the bone

I gnawed for years
changing shape
like a pebble
losing its coarseness
its edges

I didn't bury the bone
I couldn't let it rest

I wished I could chew it
into little pieces
then powder, then dust
to blow in the wind
the breezes.

longing
to be free
from my bone
the bone I carried
and clenched
till my jaw froze
killing me.

In decay
at last
the bone
fell
from my jaw.

All my life
I thought
"release the bone
and be delivered”.


untitled in book form
12 May 1993, 2:28pm, pages 31, 32
Book 5: Hidrasahna Rusini

Trilogy 5

<coming later>

Trilogy 3


I’m shooting for the moon
with my 360°
mirrored teapotp
sagacious
and salubrious
salacious
I’m shooting for an abstract reality
surrounded by spirits
of irony
and perfection
where the length of the poem
is not important
the rhyme of the time
goes with the music, muse
even if you extracted the beat
and put it to death in the black, blue night.

 

untitled in book form
10 August 2000, 11:40pm, page 26
Book 9: Forever the Old Man

Trilogy 6

<coming later>


• Poems Refreshed: December 2020 •

Angel Machine: How Death Happens

Selected Poems from Trilogy 6

 
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1st Published Book

Now for Sale


Signed Edition of 1,024
71 pages • 18 poems

Released 2018
Peruse & Purchase:

The Complete Unpublished Book Collection

This is my complete collection of books to date. In October 2020, I finished the Immortality of Death, my 18th book. Angel Machine 6, How Death Happens (c.2018) is my first published book, comprised of selected poems from Trilogy 6. The Angel Machine Series, Nos. 1-6, when published, will feature favorite poems from each trilogy in breezy paperback form.

Trilogy 1

Weird White Words
1984, 90 pages

There Are No Words
1985, 58 pages

Here Are the Words
1985, 79 pages

Trilogy 2

of
1992-93, 70 pages

Hidrasahna Rusini
1993, 65 pages

fuel for fire
1993, 51 pages

Trilogy 3

Tipping the Balance
1995-96, 81 pages

Blooming in Winter and Planting Seeds
1996-99, 70 pages

Forever the Old Man
1999-2000, 60 pages

Trilogy 4

The Nature of Rok
2000-01, 66 pages

me, come back
2001, 58 pages

My Love, I’m Back
2001-02, 201 pages

Trilogy 5

Book of No Name
2002, 126 pages

somewhere, thoughts across nowhere
2002, 53 pages

sidewalked on the mindrail
2002, 186 pages

Trilogy 6

Huddled Hearts Proxy
uncompiled

Seer’s Soul
uncompiled

The Immortality of Death
uncompiled


 Current Poems • Early Poems • Poem Breakdowns • Artistic Process Dives