Tag Archives: Aaron Poller

Talking to Myself at Five A.M.

A meditation on the thumb slides down the weight of any arm, hand. Pulse travels like a jolt, an impulse gone electrical, miracle of sense, everything we know and hold to be true, in some sense destination, foreign mountain top, … Continue reading

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Health Care

Contemplating surgery is hardly a thing you might suggest to anyone who has a life. On the other hand, it could be decidedly in favor of one, proof of caring if you wish to go that far. I might even … Continue reading

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About Late August

I waited on the verge for disaster, the next thing about to happen. Though I looked, kept faithful watch, it did not show. A trick of the imagination, a mind unhinged, unsteady. That being said, time folded upon itself, labyrinthine, … Continue reading

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Poem Beginning with a Line by Thomas Merton

What can we gain by sailing to the moon if we are not able to cross the abyss that separates us from ourselves? So off we sailed to the moon, cripples hauling packaged oxygen until we turned blue in the … Continue reading

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Goodnight

                           For Linda Asleep, the house returns to its first name, safety, blessing, asylum from any rain, this wandering. We had the roof replaced added gutters, paint, garden space to front and back, a bench, two outdoor chairs to admire a … Continue reading

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A Tribute

Monuments of dust declare a living will. Dust abounds, dust accumulates. Inside the empty hand of living well, dust matriculates, turns inside out. In dreams I have of it, dust spreads itself like hell. Aaron Poller is an advanced nurse … Continue reading

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Palimpsest

At fifteen caught a glimpse a palimpsest could not exist still yearning to persist in seeking out anomaly like this began to track light backward to the stars at thirty life starts up again daughters at your side hold their … Continue reading

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