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Gary Lindorff is a poet, writer, blogger and author of five nonfiction books, three collections of poetry, "Children to the Mountain", "The Last recurrent Dream" (Two Plum Press), "Conversations with Poetry (coauthored with Tom Cowan), and a memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music". Lindorff calls himself an activist poet, channeling his activism through poetic voice. He also writes with other voices in other poetic styles: ecstatic, experimental and performance and a new genre, sand-blasted poems where he randomly picks sentence fragments from books drawn from his library, lists them, divides them into stanzas and looks for patterns. Sand-blasted poems are meant to be performed aloud with musical accompaniment.
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Sunday, April 23, 2023Eating Healthy is Do-able / Eating healthily on the fly (plus thoughts on hypoglycemia) It's not hard to eliminate unhealthy food from my diet, but it is a bit challenging to buy (gather) the healthy food that I want in my body. 
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Wednesday, July 26, 2023Waking from the dream of causality It's what we do with who we are that makes a life. Throw away the crutch of excuses
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Saturday, July 15, 2023More soul-retrieval: Trees in the silo We hear the sweet songs of birds / We feel the soft petal of a flower / That has erupted like a steel lance through concrete 
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Tuesday, October 29, 2019We must be more than prophets -- a prose poem As the system begins to crumble around us, should we want it to if we don't have anything to replace it with? 
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Sunday, May 24, 2015Your conscience New poem by thiscantbehappening's resident poet 
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Saturday, November 21, 2015Truth was everywhere A call to poets to rightfully claim their pivotal role in the evolution of human consciousness. 
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Thursday, December 11, 2014And there goes the neighborhood New poem by Thiscantbehappening's poet.
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Saturday, December 24, 2016Poet's Notebook: My poem, "What do I do about the mice: A pacifist's quandary" and comments When most kinds of killing are felt to be murder, life can be a mine field of choices, and it's hard to argue with the logic of our bones.
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Monday, June 20, 2016Total Recall Recall notice: Nine out of 10 human beings are being recalled to correct a design error that threatens a potentially catastrophic systems failure in the event of world crisis.
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Tuesday, February 16, 2021Strong My strength is like a horse muscle./ Sometimes I feel it flexing in my conscience.
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Sunday, July 10, 2022At the core of a complex is an archetype with a follow-up note He brought up Trump. My knee-jerk reaction was: "Why do you talk sh*t when we get together?"
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Friday, July 7, 2023I'm talking about rebirth Tuning down in the middle of a movement/ The cavern becomes a womb/For the voices of tiny horses 
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Wednesday, November 1, 2023Gut reset -- for posting on fridge followed by a reflection This is an overview of a gut-friendly diet and practices. My hope is to provide guidelines for re-setting the gut because who of us follows these guidelines all the time? 
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Saturday, November 11, 2023What is prayer? followed by a prayer What is prayer? / One thing I know is / Prayer is completely misunderstood. 
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Tuesday, November 7, 2023What if our wounded warriors could become our wounded healers followed by a brief commentary ". . . the military struggled to understand what was wrong. When Lance Corporal Javier Ortiz came home from a secret mission in Syria, the ghost of a dead girl appeared to him in his kitchen . . ."
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Saturday, May 9, 2015Manure Cannon New poem from Thiscantbehappening's resident poet
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Saturday, January 18, 2020Woodland camo in space Who dreams these things up? Boot's in space. . .soldiers in woodland camouflage literally watching over the Homeland. What are these guys on?
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Wednesday, January 15, 2020Fantasy of growing old Taking a break from doom and gloom the poet contemplates a different vision of growing old than the one that discounts the homing of the soul. 
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Thursday, November 9, 2023Forest family followed by a reflection This forest that we know and love / And walk each day / Tolerates us. 
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Wednesday, September 6, 2023There must be twenty ways to kill our planet Encourage people to vent their anger / By engaging in giant meaningless symbolic ceremonies / Where they burn effigies / So they can return to work for another year 
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Tuesday, February 11, 2020Another poem about It is hard writing about Florida without loosing it and waxing bitter because it didn't have to turn out like this, or did it? Who and what determine how places turn out? 
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Sunday, September 24, 2023Damn war -- from Monhegan island, followed by a reflection on life and soul Each self-destructive wave / more explosive than the last / like anguished heart beats 
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Saturday, July 8, 2023Why does Biden think that it's OK to give cluster "munitions" to Ukraine? The most dangerous country in the world Sells its young blood cheap. The most dangerous country in the world Points a gun at the mirror and says "bang, you're dead." 
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Sunday, April 30, 2023The medicine walk Everything on a medicine walk is meaningful just as it is, and everything that happens is synchronistic. But don't get self-conscious about it. 
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Wednesday, June 7, 2023Will you? I have just described the anthropocentric universe. / Was it the Walnut that gave creator the idea / Of creating the human brain? 
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Tuesday, May 30, 2023Ask a poet The United States thinks it is omnipotent./ But Americans are impotent.
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Wednesday, February 7, 2024Our house-sitters Their dogs liked our cats / Albeit the like was not mutual / But they loved to garden 
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Friday, March 31, 2023All animals go to heaven If you are reading this / You found me! / Yay! It's good to be back. 
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Thursday, October 5, 2023Conversation with God about Ukraine Can you do anything about the war in Ukraine? / Just joking, kind of. . . / Thanks for healing that awful cut on my finger! 
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Monday, February 17, 2020Poet / potter A short poem about the kinship between poet and potter. 
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Monday, September 23, 2019Slipping This is a poem about communing with a wild spot in a wild place and about the grief of having to leave it. 
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Saturday, May 27, 2017Troubling War Reports: "Do you see what I see?" When much of the news that we are fed is fake, that is an invitation to take more responsibility for what we dream. 
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Saturday, February 15, 2020When we get to the beach A beach at night bears little resemblance to a beach in daylight. It's a wild place, a place for vision, a safe place to merge with shadow.
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Wednesday, October 11, 2023Two naked old men in the shower yelling at each other I was heading for the men's room in the men's locker room / And passed two (naked) men, /Roughly my age, / Shouting at each other in the common shower. 
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Wednesday, February 14, 2024Capturing scraps of the Apocalypse: Abdicating my Plastic Crown followed by a reflection Some plastic turns brittle like eggshell / As if waiting for any kind of human contact to disintegrate. 
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Sunday, November 5, 2023Good news: talk-therapy is "in", just not for razor clams Roughly the same number of people who are psychotic or borderline psychotic in this country are waking up. (Not "woke", but "waking up", meaning, coming to their senses.) 
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Friday, August 16, 2019The smiling turtle Live for and work towards a viable future but prepare for the worst, and, this is the hard part: We must try not to lose our sense of humor as we stumble from tipping point to tipping point. After all, the human race is, among other things, a hoot.
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Sunday, October 8, 2023Tipping point Was I not peering through the wide end of a spyglass / Into a world / That I needed to keep as far away as possible? 
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Friday, November 3, 2023For spirit's children The machines will take care of it / War machines / Machines that open doors
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Tuesday, April 9, 2024interesting anecdote on healing my psychic / dream body (how that works) So, I think what happened here was I tended to my psychic / dream body and that resulted in eliminating one layer of my distress, 
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Thursday, June 6, 2019The trial is on The title of this poem is literal. The children are the judges and the jury for the crimes that the adult world has committed and continues to commit against each other, nature and the the planet. The trial concludes quickly. This is really a poem about rebirth. 
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Monday, July 22, 2019Eft The eft is one of the most beautiful creatures of the Vermont woods. Bright orange from head to toe, two and a half inches long, they walk slowly and deliberately and often stop as if deep in thought. 
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Tuesday, June 13, 2017Poem: "We, the birds in the field" The older I get the more I identify with the creatures who are threatened by unnatural forces that are beyond their control, because the truth is, we don't control our destiny any more than the bird in the field that is slated to be mown. 
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Monday, November 20, 2023The F-35 Oh, how I want to write a poem about the F-35 / About how angry I was when it was allowed / To crash the mountain the skies 
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Wednesday, November 27, 2019In the Birdseye Diner This poem is about a mother's blessing. It is also an attempt to capture a moment in time, but what time that is, is not exactly clear.
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Saturday, April 22, 2023Catonsville memories (1985) It was foggy / We walked to the end of Old Waterloo Road 
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Wednesday, September 13, 2023Someone else followed by a reflection Someone else's words have fallen on deaf ears / Someone else's success has surpassed all expectations / Someone else's 's garden is going to waste 
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Sunday, February 18, 2018Heads-up to the NRA, our youth are heading for Washington Washington, the great miasmal swamp, is about to meet the beautiful river of change.
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Saturday, July 27, 2019The swim hole Enraptured as I was (along with everyone else) by the moon landing 50 years ago, I was far more amazed by what this Vermont stream has achieved without technology or hoopla over the eons -- a place as breathtaking as a cathedral. 
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Wednesday, January 29, 2020This teapot The poet critically considers his recent purchase of a ceramic teapot made in China, both as teapot and metaphor for himself. 
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Saturday, September 9, 2023Dedicated to Donovan I rested my head on the heel of my palm / And looked out the window beyond the garden / I saw a little mountain in the distance 
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Monday, November 18, 2019Shopping for a violin One time, years ago, when I was stoned I found myself listening to the most beautiful woman's voice I had ever heard, on the radio. It was almost inhumanly high, like the voice of a faerie. I started weeping. Then it slowly dawned on me that I was listening to a violin solo! 
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Monday, September 2, 2019In the name of co-existence Playing favorites is not going to cut it if our goal is to live with nature as if we really cared. 
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Tuesday, July 11, 2023Going nuts with joy: seeing like a butterfly Everything that we see is scaled to us./ Big small close far away - /To a butterfly none of this matters. 
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Tuesday, October 17, 2023If I were to die: A love poem followed by a reflection Your moon-eyes were hidden by my cloud . . ./ Or maybe that was another life / When I was a cloud and you were the moon.
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Wednesday, July 5, 2023My pleasant evening, July 4 To eat, / To buy, / To be distracted by? / Shall I read The New York Times, The Morning piece / On the the best overlooked stories? 
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Tuesday, December 19, 2023Dear Everyone: Solstice letter about the dark days and depression When we are depressed, shut down, our horizons close in, so it helps to have someone indicate viable options for helping ourselves. 
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Thursday, July 4, 2019Tanks but no tanks Even when I was a kid I didn't like parades. They were too linear or something. Add the military to the mix and I just begin the shake my head slowly and involuntarily.
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Sunday, October 13, 2019The argument against Climate Change (based on Poe's "Eureka") To find the right language for the argument against Climate Change it was helpful to draw on the florid intuitive scientific jargon of a mid-nineteenth century poetic genius. 
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Monday, July 29, 2019Back to scratch Obviously what's needed is a revolution. Every revolution has it's fallout As a pacifist I am always trying to imagine what a peaceful revolution might look like, best case scenario. Peaceful doesn't mean painless. Here is a poem that came out of such reflections.
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Saturday, January 25, 2020Notes from a burned-out time traveler If we think we have it bad now, consider any conceivable future, or just buy a time-traveler a beer. 
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Wednesday, October 9, 2019Sipping Earth This is a bitter sweet poem about how easy it is to idealize every age, but now that I have been so many ages, I think that being young was the best. 
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Saturday, December 31, 2022Is the stuff we send to each other helpful? . . .some thought that is worthy of diving into, that by itself , profound as it might be, can be trumped by how I am feeling today
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Thursday, January 23, 2020Kenny How is is possible that a man like Trump became president? I think we might all come up with our own answer and it might just be a good exercise to make it personal. 
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Wednesday, August 23, 2017Mudslide Sometimes helplessness is a blessing. Poetry rarely has any answers. But there is some solace in metaphor when the misery of others is overwhelming. 
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Monday, December 30, 2019When the power of love overcomes the love of power (Hendrix) A video of a young Hendrix playing acoustic blues inspired this poem and the words of the title which are attributed to him. 
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Thursday, December 29, 2022Connecting Dots (let's do it) The United States is at war. . .Maybe in its heart. . ./ Maybe in its soul. / Do you get what I'm saying? 
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Monday, October 9, 2023Liquidation: the apocalypse There are men with vacuum cleaners / Strapped to their backs / Vacuuming an empty space. 
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Friday, November 15, 2019I / We Versus the Idiots This was not meant to be a poem, but lately I cannot claim to be in charge of what makes the cut.
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Saturday, December 21, 2019A new way of thinking With over 400,000,000 guns in the US, I guess I know what Americans want for Christmas. Ammunition.
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Friday, November 8, 2019Shadow As a post-Jungian shamanic practitioner, with enormous respect for Jung's contribution, I feel that, even when people think they are on board with (whatever you want to call it) the new "woke" culture, if they haven't done their shadow work, it's not going to be revolutionary enough or deep enough, so this is a poem from the perspective of one of many of the collective shadows of our time. 
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Friday, August 2, 2019Back The magic of poetry is we can all get to watch the Earth-rise from the moon and occupy visionary places, but if we're honest, and I suppose this is what we discovered in the sixties, for visions to stick we can't avoid shadow-encounters along the way. We of the Western World cannot have the moon without first realizing that we are about to lose the Earth. 
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Saturday, October 21, 2023Waiting for the barbarians -- a solution of a sort (a resurrected poem) And we seem lost. Maybe the word hypocrisy / is severe to type a man who stumbled to his throne / on an orange, and fear makes him popular. 
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Sunday, February 14, 2021Stay tuned -- to your dreams Dreams already mean something important. It is our jobs to figure out what. 
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Sunday, May 28, 2023Nato's stress test Nato felt old, like a remnant of the cold war / But life was OK, most of the time, / Golfing, slipping ice tea on the back porch
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Monday, March 19, 2018The United States makes me sick When people immigrate to this country they are generally healthier than they are after they have lived here for a while. 
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Tuesday, October 22, 2019Reverie -- A chain of haikus Here is a dark reverie written in a chain of haikus. 5-7-5. (Spoil alert for "I am Mother".) 
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Saturday, February 22, 2020Escaping If this is a prison of our own making, why can't we unmake it or at least escape it, even in a poem! 
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Sunday, October 9, 2022Watching the clock: Excerpts from A Climate Change Prevention Manual for the Children of America. "Every boy and girl who would be a good citizen should learn to protect their community and country against loss by Climate Change" 
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Monday, May 18, 2020My Pandemic: Epidemic Epistle VIII: A COVID-19 crisis diary This is the 8th installment of an Epidemic Epistle originally published by Thiscantbehappening.org.
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Thursday, April 14, 2022Thoughts on the difference between death and "passing" and what happens when we die: I wish there was a word halfway between someone's "passing" and someone's "death". Death is what we experience from our side of it and passing is what the dying experience. 
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Friday, December 27, 2019Ravens do not weep A poem about spontaneous remission. If it hadn't happened I would not have thought it possible.
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Saturday, February 8, 2020Now I write Writing about writing, poems about writing have their place. There aren't enough of them. There can't be enough of them.
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Monday, March 2, 2020One Day in the Asylum This is a repost of a poem that was posted on OpEdNews in 2016, inspired by the appearance of a sparrow at a Bernie rally in Portland, Oregon. 
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Tuesday, October 31, 2023Samhain -- Celtic New Year ritual Samhain is the Celtic New Year and begins at sunset. It is the transition from Summer to Winter. Traditionally, anciently, the cows were brought down from the high pastures 
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Monday, August 5, 2019Extinction What stands out in this poem, along with the obvious theme of extinction, is the color orange, which combines the vitality of red and the optimism of yellow. It is also the color of the second chakra.
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Sunday, June 25, 2023Retrieving our power Breath is what keeps us alive./ But, think about it -/ She breathed my lost-soul boy / Into my crown!
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Monday, December 9, 2019Following the Fenton River (a eulogy) News of the fate of the Fenton River, that used to flow about a mile outside of the University of Connecticut (where I used to play and swim when I was young), came out of the blue when I got wind of a book by an old friend of mine. Apparently the Fenton River is no more.
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Thursday, April 11, 2024The speed demons followed by a reflection We / I feel like an ant among ants /Creeping along the vein of a leaf /Though a future-petrified swamp.
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Saturday, August 5, 2023Russian conscript Men are born to fight, he said / Don't be a wimp / Then he got gloomy and looked at the floor ![Shining in the Dark [Explored October 25th 2016], From FlickrPhotos](https://farm6.static.flickr.com/5735/29904440073_b65a3d8a48.jpg "Shining in the Dark [Explored October 25th 2016], From FlickrPhotos")
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Sunday, November 20, 2022In the eye of the hurricane (tribute to a friend) followed by notes There are those in this world of ours / Who understand the rain,/ Whose presence calms the flowers 
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Wednesday, January 4, 2023A short history of America and the world There sometimes arise opportunities / To own the life that I was given us by our mothers
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Tuesday, May 17, 2022Are the Russians fighting their own shadow (or Putin's shadow)? In this quote is a key to why I think wars are fought at all. 
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Monday, February 19, 2024One moment in a vast story followed by a reflection Misty rain / It is the dawn / Of some world's birthday 
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Wednesday, January 1, 2020Uncreation Here is a poem for the New Year and food for thought. 2020 can be the year that we all cleanse the dust from our eyes and see clearly what we are losing. 
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Monday, January 9, 2023An interview with the War Experts Don't you win a war by killing as many of the enemy as possible? / Or is there a sweet spot-number? / What constitutes a foul?
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Saturday, July 30, 2016"The world is at war because it has lost peace" (Pope Francis) I realized that I lost peace when I was watering the garden. Maybe if I say what it looks like someone can help find it.
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Sunday, July 30, 2017"And there once were insects" (a poem) Remembering insects. Some call them pests. This poem calls them sorely missed. 
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Thursday, November 21, 2019What's so funny? Mining one's life for things to laugh about, that weren't funny at the time, could become a pleasant exercise. I guess aging can be a little like smoking weed.
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Thursday, March 5, 2020Don't get me wrong Death is not final. Life is final in that it is about finishing something. In this poem the poet identifies with a flicker that flew into his glass sliding door.
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Wednesday, April 19, 2023Memories of Catonsville Whatever else is going on the house is fine. / It's days like this bring out its wholesomeness 
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Thursday, October 6, 2022To the DOD -- for God's sake, back off from Ukraine! It's not your war and we are not expendable. I never, in my darkest moment, / Entertained the suspicion / That visions of the mushroom cloud 
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Monday, October 17, 2022"War was, and is, never far off"* followed by note I'm going to town today/ For no good reason/But because I am restless
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Sunday, July 2, 2023Writing from Monhegan Even though I didn't know it at the time,/ But my heart had grown weary / Of falling in love with distant places. / was just getting ready to slow my growing 
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Thursday, August 10, 2023My dream is out followed by some thoughts They were just trying to get out of the big dream / Of the f__ked-up world / And blundered into mine 
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Wednesday, June 19, 2019Siding with the bee This is a poem about the poet living in the age of extinctions. 
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Wednesday, June 17, 2020It is what it is (get over it) "What's the use of worrying', it never was worthwhile". Didn't we learn anything from the 50s, for example, how to live without taking any responsibility for how things got so bad? 
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Saturday, November 19, 2022Learning from Lobster and Snake how to love It is no wonder that / Those of us who are born to love / Learn to package our love,
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Thursday, July 27, 2017"Dali's mustache" (a poem) This is a nod to everyone who deals with back pain. 
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Sunday, January 1, 2023Praying (how I pray) Of all the things I do / Praying is the thing / I value most. 
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Thursday, July 6, 2023Beware the barren field It is a harbinger of what is just around the bend / When the human race has finished disowning Earth,
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Wednesday, June 1, 2022My life as a bridge: In memory of Frank followed by a note We would share a waking dream / Of the two bridges / And an hour goes by. 
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Thursday, November 22, 2018The garbage dogs Today is a day for being thankful, thankful we are still here, thankful we still have time to make things right. Thankful that everything doesn't make sense. Because if things made sense the way they are currently we would have run out of any reasonable hope that sanity will prevail. 
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Friday, June 30, 2023Watching the harbor Watching the harbor / Where gulls are swarming a trawler, / Waiting for my number to be called. 
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Sunday, June 2, 2019All the moth wanted This poem could be considered a prequel to "What did the moth want?". 
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Wednesday, July 3, 20191963 -- A good memory This poem is a little like soul-retrieval. There are memories that hold pieces of our soul that are worth revisiting. 
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Tuesday, July 16, 2019The village people When I see young people living in community, simply and sustainably, I feel I am living in the past. I have very little that they want. Here is a poem for them.
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Sunday, May 14, 2023My mother I think she was something of a pioneer/ Or even a warrior in her own way 
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Friday, September 3, 2021So, I guess we're f---ked!? Yes and no. Sometimes my vision of the future / Matches what happens. / In envisioning over the years, / I often tap into / The Dreaming of the planet
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Friday, June 23, 2023Rough crossing This little house has bones./ It was moved years ago / from the far end of the island, 
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Friday, January 10, 2020My little orphaned bat-cry The question keeps coming up, how can we live in this world we have created and at the same time, live with ourselves? 
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Sunday, May 8, 2022Two realities We couldn't bury dead people. / We tried not to watch them. / It was more important to save our minds. 
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Tuesday, December 3, 2019Circle of what? This poem was inspired by the BBC story of a young male tiger who being tracked walking 1300 miles looking for something.
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Saturday, July 1, 2023My wife wears dragonfly pajamas Shirley complains when I don't shave / But she rarely seems to notice when I do 
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Saturday, July 13, 2019Climate change Classically, in literature and mythology, monkeys have played the role of tricksters or wiser than wise clowns, but they are no one's fool. The tragic fool, and the sower of chaos is us. 
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Saturday, December 14, 2019No answers As this poem was written the news from Madrid was not hopeful. One of the hardest things to bear is how much time my generation had to guarantee that we would never wind up where we now find ourselves. 
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Wednesday, November 22, 2023Everyone needs to come home followed by a reflection From the hole in the future come home /From the ruined city / From the last act before the de'nouement
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Monday, July 17, 2023Lorca's poem: "The ship, Solid and Black" compared to Dylan's "When the ship comes in" We have returned with stories of hope and visions to help them continue to live their lives. 
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Friday, October 18, 2019What is the point This is a poem about retooling and re-visioning life in a time when a handful of healthy soil is worth more than Versailles. 
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Tuesday, August 22, 2017How is this possible? (a poem) What a joy it is to be happy while a dragon devours the sun. 
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Friday, December 16, 2022Incredible shrinking army Even if I don't know what that is / Just let me be guided by the larger currents / Of my destiny! 
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Thursday, November 30, 2017Sad Truth, a poem There are many ways to account for Trump's rise to power in these Benighted States of America. One of the more unsettling is that Trump is an archetype. 
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Friday, August 9, 2019There is a word for me and you Eric Baus writes: "The doctors said his name had burned up. We never knew how it sounded." If we imagine a situation where names are one of a kind, it isn't hard to imagine many words of any given language being unique and impermanent, so a new adjective to describe us becomes a vehicle to transform into the word or risk vanishing with the word.
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Monday, December 5, 2022Alternative Narrative 2 (spoiler: It's hopeful.) Watch for A. N. 2 It might be here sooner than you think. 
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Tuesday, March 12, 2024Magical protection followed by a brief reflection Such power objects are not fake./ Especially if they call you to them,
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Thursday, September 5, 2019For my friend who called me "What do you do for fun? When is the last time you had fun?" The poet struggles to answer. 
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Saturday, May 7, 2022Quitting controversy: How to grow an internal rainforest What I've learned about health (because of Covid) over the last few years has reinforced what I knew intuitively for decades, 
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Sunday, March 17, 2024Seeing red I remember/The day my youth ended / When my brother asked me / Have you thought about the draft? 
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Saturday, February 29, 2020Homeless Writing about homelessness presupposes we know what a home is or feels like but as one ages in the American Homeland one might begin to wonder if any of us know what home is. 
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Thursday, July 18, 2019How I got to be the greatest show on Earth This was not an easy poem to write. I tried to put myself in the head of the leader of the free world to be able to write this history. It's not any place to hang out, to put it mildly. 
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Monday, October 7, 2019I have the tools Here is a poem about apathy. It might be useful to ask ourselves, if our country was our house (as in "home"), which it is, without waxing too metaphorical, what would be its condition?
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Thursday, November 25, 2021It was now (followed by a note on its writing) I edit my thoughts / The wind dies down / The news dies down 
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Friday, June 12, 2020McKibben on a bad day We are living in a world where dreams are the compass and poetry points the way. We are close to the edge and we are close to a shift favoring real change. Some will step over the edge and some will pave the way for revolutionary change. What an amazing time this is.
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Wednesday, February 26, 2020This poem ends with stanza 5 Poets are responsible for what they write. Dreamers are responsible for what they dream. No apologies no excuses. 
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Saturday, April 8, 2023Fight Day Does everyone who wants to fight/ Have someone to fight with? / There is a sign up sheet in the hall.
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Friday, May 12, 2023Buttermilk Falls and Rumi As we approached the falls / Through the forest / From below The sound of the water became deafening 
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Tuesday, October 10, 2023Preparing for when someone asks I can easily remember when it gave me a rush to climb a mountain or dive into a stream or even climb a cliff. 
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Tuesday, September 10, 2019Climbing Monument Mountain The more I visit this place, this mountain, the more alive it becomes for me as a whole, its mountain-personality. And no wonder. It has been listening to my friend's and my conversations over the years of our visits, and, as it watches us age, I have the strong feeling that it has grown fond of us and will miss us some day. 
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Thursday, August 26, 2021Why am I a pacifist? My brother actually stops walking / To focus on what he wants to say: / "There's nothing wrong with him", 
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Thursday, January 9, 2020Australia -- an allegory Edmund Spenser (16th century), author of the epic "The Faerie Queene", was a master of allegory. You might see allegory as half-way to poetry. Then again, Spenser's allegory is very poetic and magical. 
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Saturday, June 1, 2019What did the moth want? This poem was inspired by the paintings of Katarzyna Coleman.
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Thursday, October 20, 2016Poet's Notebook: My poem, "So long -- A cautionary tale" and brief comments We are living in dark times. In this poem I am revisiting one of the darker times in American history when the darkness wasn't just an existential reality, but palpable. 
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Sunday, December 4, 2022Dreaming the world Materializing things from dreams and visions / Is quantum and it is shamanic./ Take Walmart.
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Monday, November 6, 2017Sweetest bird -- a poem A canary may harbor a mighty soul. This one was singing so passionately, surely he was channeling the great spirit of a balladeer. 
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Tuesday, October 11, 2022I discover a lagoon in my house The quality of the water reminds me of some springs I have seen where the water comes from deep down. It conjures a cherished childhood memory of looking through the bottom of a glass bottomed boat. . .
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Saturday, July 9, 2016Rainbow Gathering For the first time in my life the Rainbow Gathering was close enough so I couldn't not go. And I'm glad I did.
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Thursday, November 24, 2022First November snow, (a poem I never titled) I could love a winter's stern touch / That puts an end to the garden's misery 
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Saturday, May 18, 2019W.S Merwin, poet of a higher order? If we don't understand what a poem means that could mean that the poet is onto something. Maybe more important than understanding a poem is being transfixed or moved by its language. Good poetry carries its own logic. 
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Friday, February 22, 201915th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 15th of bi-weekly installments of Lindorff's memoir, Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released in March. 
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Saturday, November 2, 2019Heading for the Hudson Valley Traveling down Interstate 87 at 6:30 AM through a 5-mile work zone one might, with very little imagination, experience one's own Space Odyssey.
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Monday, March 16, 2020Corona The present is increasingly an echo of the future. Luckily (or not) we are not as much in charge of steering the boat as we might think. 
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Friday, April 14, 2023Daffodil the Great (repost from Spring in Vermont, 2019) And to think that you would / Draw on my heart / For your gullible audience, / Pulling a robin out of your hat 
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Friday, December 9, 2022Learning to respect the mystery of me Sometimes I think I know more about how my body really works than my doctor, but I am well aware that some of what I accept as my working model of body-science would be regarded as pseudoscience. . .
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Friday, November 25, 2016Hungry land -- post Thanksgiving Hungry mother, hungry land. A post Thanksgiving poem.
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Sunday, November 27, 2022Hiking in the Delaware Water Gap If you ascend as the sun sinks / If you are in a place where others are hiking, / You will pass people who are coming down
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Friday, September 9, 2016Monsanto and the EPA -- How are they doing? Monsanto and the EPA are taking the Beatles' advice: "Life's very short and there's no time for fussing and fighting my friends ..." 
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Saturday, September 14, 2019Too good for us In spite of how the human race acts like we own the earth and can do what ever we want, I think we are suffering from a profound interiority complex, and for very good reasons!
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Wednesday, November 4, 2015Sung to Guthrie's "So long, it's been good to know you" (for California) A song for the California drought.
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Friday, February 17, 2017Poet's Notebook: My poem, "Bright liberal, you are called" followed by comment I am inviting our "bright liberal" to remove the inconvenient mask of liberalism, open his / her eyes fully and individuate. This longish poem was inspired by rereading Paulo Coelho's "The Alchemist". 
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Monday, October 3, 2022Passing on what Kami McBride has to say about plant communication . . . here is the gist of what I hear her saying about plant communication: That we can all do it. It's not mysterious or esoteric or woo-woo. 
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Saturday, October 29, 2022The diamond followed by notes I give you this archetypal crystal / That never corrupts or changes / Whose purpose is simple and pristine - 
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Tuesday, October 24, 2017"Getting rid of Trump in dreamtime", a poem Dreams make no sense sometimes, especially when we're medicated, but when it really comes down to it, who isn't these days?
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Friday, November 18, 2022The used bookstore and an afterthought Stepping into that old used bookstore / Was like stepping into a cave / Where something was hibernating.
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Thursday, October 22, 2015Greenland shaman Greenland shaman admonishes, "Don't feel sorry for the polar bear." 
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Thursday, February 15, 2018Ostrich's lament Ostrich, the largest bird on earth, is caricatured as hiding its head in the sand rather than face reality. It is easy to identify with that coping mechanism, but there is much more to the ostrich that is worth considering. 
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Thursday, August 18, 2022And love will steer the stars (poem) It opened the floodgates / of my own Hoover Dam / and the 60s came roaring back into my psychic space
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Tuesday, December 13, 2022A Summer's Tale: One of the happiest moments of my life One of the happiest days / Of my adult life, / Happened because of a serendipity
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Tuesday, April 2, 2024Say something followed by a reflection I don't remember you saying anything negative. / But when I read this today / I imagined you turning your pained eyes to me.
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Wednesday, November 13, 2019Celebrating Solstice and Samhain This time of year from October to Winter Solstice can be a tough time unless we key in to ancient traditions that help us know how to do this journey. 
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Friday, June 26, 2020Tale of a poet Imagine someone in Pompeii dreaming of the future or dreaming of someone in the future dreaming of Pompeii. Here is a poem that attempts to follow one certain poetic ley line -- memory to metaphor to dream to memory, all coalescing in metaphor, or is it dream? Or is it memory?. . . tracing the fractal patterns skirting chaos. 
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Monday, July 24, 2023What if Earth was the answer Two little boys who were brothers / Were play-fighting with some wooden swords that she gave them. / She assured me, they are ceremonial swords
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Friday, July 1, 2016A poem about this A symmetrical poem about today and now, tissue boxes and food and so much more. 
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Sunday, November 12, 2017We'll make it, a little worse for wear -- a poem Sometimes in spite of our best efforts there is the sense of being dragged out to sea by forces far beyond our control. Relax. We'll get through this. Ride the rip tide. 
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Friday, September 30, 2022Open letter to my OpEd peers and readers with a footnote on Dreaming . . .Honestly though, because of the state and plight of the world, if I was put together differently and had not discovered dependable ways to get out of my head. . . 
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Saturday, June 24, 2023Free pass Playing is only fun / If there is no one standing / Outside the game looking on. 
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Tuesday, May 28, 2019The round tower Nobody really knows what the round towers in the ancient monasteries of Ireland and Britain were used for: Storage, surviving a viking attack, surveillance of the land, summoning to prayer? Massively built, the ones I have visited, over a thousand years old, were not build for war-making, but if anything, they were there to serve the monastic community and were purely defensive and practical.
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Wednesday, July 13, 2022Review of the Lifetime Zenith 10 (poem) human beings need some kind of aid and assistance / such as a boat, ship, or some other / in accordance with the requirement. 
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Saturday, January 6, 2018Parallel reality -- a poem It is hubris to assume that there is only this reality that seems to be going badly, even as the forces of change gather and organize. That would be to forget that there are profound depths of consciousness that sustain us in spite of ourselves.
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Sunday, June 14, 2020Inside my shoe Bears and humans have a lot in common: vulnerability, five toes and bare feet. They rarely cross paths. When they do it should be meaningful for the human.
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Thursday, June 9, 2022Someone's birthday followed by note You were advised to travel to India / With your spiritual questions / That couldn't be answered by science 
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Thursday, January 17, 2019Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music, a memoir by Gary Lindorff, first installment This is the first installment of a memoir by Gary Lindorff that will appear bi-weekly. The book itself is due to be published in February.
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Friday, September 2, 2022Across the way Across the way / Angry buzz of the chainsaw / Crash! of a tree hitting the ground
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Wednesday, July 19, 2023Memory 40 The water pools in the old men's eyes / They see more than you think/ I think memory 40 is next 
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Sunday, May 12, 2019The end of everything This poem depicts a cascading diminishment of engagement between people that comes about because everyone agrees that no one should stand out and what results is the opposite of culture -- first stasis and then collective paralysis. During the writing it felt like such a thing could actually happen. Let us hope it doesn't.
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Tuesday, October 4, 2016Deep Horizon -- the chosen With the movie "Deepwater Horizon" just out, I thought it timely to resurrect a poem I wrote about the BP disaster in 2010. 
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Thursday, January 11, 2018"Tilly", a poem by James Joyce This poem is a poem for our times even though Joyce published it in 1927. The red clay road is just that, but as we step into lucidity the red of the clay becomes the blood of life itself. 
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Tuesday, April 26, 2022The manatees Many of the older ones bear scars / From encounters with prop blades./ They are heading to the powerplant 
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Friday, September 1, 2023Who will stack the wood? Woodpecker in the pine tree asks,/ Who will stack the wood?
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Sunday, June 5, 2022The end of normal is almost here followed by a note "Society highly values its normal man. It educates children to lose themselves and to become absurd,. . ."
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Sunday, May 1, 2022Post Easter thoughts: Switching from brain to heart is a little like a conversion I was thinking about what Buhner teaches about the heart and I was thinking about Paul's conversion 
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Wednesday, June 12, 2019The Most Dangerous Country Sometimes being an American is like living in Jurassic Park, where the thunder lizards are still in control but on a good day I look around and tell myself it can't be too long before the last of them disappear. They just don't fit in any future I can envision. They consume too much, they rampage too much and their waste is a huge problem.
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Sunday, April 17, 2022Those were the days!: What was the Cold War like? followed by some thoughts This is a veiled invitation to resurrect, following Wendell Berry's advice, "Practice resurrection". (His poem: "Manifesto: Mad Farmer Liberation Front") (Happy Easter) 
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Tuesday, April 18, 2023Bears have names like stars JJ4's fate will be decided by a judge./ A bear that kills may kill again, or not.
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Wednesday, November 10, 2021The rose, the fire and the fools (:Version 2, Climate change in America) followed by a reflection Two fools were sitting by a blazing fire / Cooking stones to eat. / The stones were taking a long time. 
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Sunday, May 23, 2021Asparagus (7 haikus) and reflection Cross yourself We are / In the presence of / Evil with a human face 
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Saturday, October 15, 2022"Cut to fortress": The surreal rainbow brainfog "Colonization is a two-man saw: a signed-in-blood, written-in-English contract atop a forest cut to stumps. . ."
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Friday, June 21, 2019Traveling with a bee This poem continues the theme of the bee as the poet's familiar in the age of extinctions. The poet must find the honey in his / her heart to survive these days of the Great Unraveling, to be of any use to the growing number of human beings who have no home, literally or metaphorically.
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Sunday, March 22, 2020Not essential Not alone The whole question of how essential are we comes up in this poem and also maybe it's time to put on some brakes; that is, when we emerge from the current crisis, that would be a good idea. 
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Thursday, September 8, 2022Come in Come into the forest. / I will introduce you to some trees; / They are like my family 
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Wednesday, December 22, 2021Living on the edge -- Egology 101 He's angry, she is furious, / He is shut down, they aren't talking, / That relationship is abut to snap,./ I feel I have said it all, 
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Wednesday, November 16, 2022Reckless followed by a note For surely the launching of this rocket / Signals the dawning (or is it the spawning) / Of ever more powerful rockets 
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Friday, August 6, 2021These are a few of my least favorite words (poem) I don't mean to offend you / In fact I commend you / If all words you warmly embrace 
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Tuesday, June 25, 2019The seagulls are walking I love seagulls, but sometimes they do seem a little self-important.
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Thursday, June 22, 2023Uncrossing our eyes There is a little girl coloring at the children's table / Out of sight a few steps up behind the art books./ She is with her father, talking, talking, talking.
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Sunday, July 16, 2023Reposting: Back to Rome (Written in the kitchen at The Lodge, 5 AM, Inis Mor, May, 2019) As pilgrims,/ No matter what our intention,/ We never meant to stay.
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Saturday, September 24, 2016Viva fuerte! The time is right for a great council. All we have to do is show up. Here is a poem that celebrates the spirit of finally coming together.
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Sunday, November 20, 2016My poem "Children to the mountain" and brief commentary This is an ecstatic poem. It suggests that if we want to survive and flourish we will need to be reborn. After I finished it I wasn't quite sure what it was saying, which can be exciting to me if I feel that I have worked the language to the best of my ability. 
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Thursday, November 30, 2023A thread of connection I wasn't angry when I wrote it. / I wasn't sad either. / I didn't feel anything /.It was just something I needed to do 
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Sunday, September 25, 2022Island hopping man followed by a reflection If you keep lying so vividly / I will have to believe you.
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Friday, April 21, 2017Poem: "How the future looks" I think that many young people were born with the "super-powers" or gifts that will be required for renewing the planet. I also think that future generations will have what it takes to undo what we have done to the world.
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Sunday, December 18, 2022There once were artifacts There were skulls of cows / With crescent horns . . . / In the woods,/ The remains of box turtles / With astral-centered plates all unglued.
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Saturday, July 4, 2020Another poem about Ira One could write a whole book of poems about places we drive through to get to other places, but would anyone read it? 
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Sunday, April 7, 2024Me and Woodstock - a moment caught in amber Clark (with his shoulder-length raven hair To kill for is saying, "We're heading for Woodstock. Do you want to come?" 
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Friday, July 8, 2022The house of the rain followed by some thoughts on its writing What house are we in? / In the house of the rain. / Yes, here once again, / In the house of the rain. 
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Sunday, August 21, 2022A true story / parable and a note I toss this sheaf of stakes onto the drive / When it hits the ground the straps pop / There is an ear-splitting metallic ringing 
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Saturday, February 4, 2023The alarm Funny thing about alarms / Half the time we don't know why they are going off 
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Wednesday, March 20, 2024This war This war has messes with my immune system / (I think this war it has shortened my life) / This war is like a strong wind blowing through my brain
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Friday, April 29, 2022My life as a near death experience followed by a reflection I am free of pain. I am floating above my body. I am zooming around space. 
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Tuesday, March 5, 2024In the studio You played brilliantly while I read./ Your cello creaked and moaned and broke/Into sobs and ripped cloth
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Thursday, April 23, 2020Grass basket Sometimes things stand out as living metaphors, but unless one is writing a haiku, it is the easiest thing to get carried away, making a chore of it. Our job, as poets, might be just to tell a simple story and then know when to stop typing. 
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Thursday, July 2, 2020Lightning over Ira Just a simple trip to town is no longer just a simple trip to town. 
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Monday, January 24, 2022There will be a war It will not be just any old war. / It will be our very own war. / Make it count.
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Tuesday, July 5, 2022Turkeys are my people I'm heading down to the garden to get some rhubarb stems. / I detect some movement by the garden gate. / There are some people there. 
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Sunday, August 14, 2022Climate change (based on: 'We are waiting for rain, for winter, for God' - Fighting a megafire in France by Joel Gunte) We may seem like tough guys but we are sensitive./ We have a passion for the forest, for nature. / It is painful to watch
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Wednesday, August 17, 2022To a little metal ball I found (poem followed by some thoughts) Such perfect roundness is beyond me / and mocks my need for imperfection,
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Monday, April 25, 2022What am I responsible for?: Another day. (followed by a reflection) I am trying to stay focused on what's important. / There are some things I can't look it./ It's too much. I blame it. 
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Tuesday, December 12, 2023Why me?: the lucid dream, followed by a reflection on its writing Earth went numb / Like furious propellers / Against his shoulder 
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Wednesday, March 27, 2019The Storyteller What is the story we are living versus what is the story we are being told and what is the story we are telling ourselves? 
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Friday, September 15, 2017Sharing the sandbox -- a poem Who are the American People? And who are those people who constantly refer to "The American People"? These are important questions to ask. Unfortunately, for a poet, they don't make for very good poetry, but that's life.
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Friday, August 18, 2023My day in animal heaven When I came to / I was transparent / Because my body wasn't there
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Sunday, September 11, 2022Ballad of Route 87 south Dead animal in the slow lane/ Mechanicsville / Sweetwater (probably not). 
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Sunday, November 21, 2021The frozen shark of climate change (a sonnet) followed by a note on Baudelaire Anyone with a new Idea? We pay cash. / But frankly, I'm done scratching my bald head. 
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Friday, May 27, 2022I love our invasive plants followed by a note Nightshade (This is a poison plant straight from a fairy tale.) Knotweed (Hollow stems snap with a boink, used to treat Lyme.) Lemon balm (Calming. A favorite of the faerie folk, you know, the little people.) 
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Wednesday, March 23, 2022Now would be the time to raise the alarm Now is the time to raise the alarm and make a stink. Right now.
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Sunday, January 1, 2017Poet's Notebook: My poem, "Endless war" followed by commentary This poem, in honor of the new year, tries to capture what it feels like, to me, to live in a world of perpetual war. In order to express this reality I am leaving my comfort zone of conventional metaphorical language to explore a fragmentary, fractal construction of space-time relative to every day consciousness.
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Thursday, February 9, 2017Poet's Notebook: My poem, "Earth" followed by comments 1) The poem I found at the bottom of the well when the well of inspiration ran dry, and 2) who the poem is not intended for.
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Saturday, October 1, 2016A twinge of happiness Taking stock. We're in it for the long haul. Looking on the bright side.
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Wednesday, May 6, 2020Johnny's so long at the fair: my trip to Home Depot Epidemic Epistle: A Covid-19 Crisis Diary originally published on Thiscantbehapening.org.
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Monday, May 23, 2022The great intervention It means the way we live / Has upset the balance / It means that soon / If the animals fail to turn us out, / Then the storm will try, 
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Sunday, October 2, 2022News from the middle world I am playing with you I am praying for you / Even though you may be the murderer of my dreams
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Monday, August 14, 2023How it happened -- three poems of origins Trees do not have to go anywhere./ They have known that from the beginning. / Obviously their toes became roots. 
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Thursday, April 21, 2022The council of the flies followed by a reflection They came from houses and prisons, / Boardrooms and palaces, / Marketplaces and gas stations,
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Thursday, September 15, 2016What exactly am I saying? Pondering life's meaningless questions. What basket are you in? 
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Thursday, April 13, 2017"Onion", a poem There are poems that are like shouting into a wind storm, without being able to hear ourselves, and there are poems that offer an alternative to hopelessness -- in this case, magic.
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Friday, April 30, 2021Come home to Feng shui -- a sonnet We're all on our own to find how this works / But there is always hope at the end of the day. 
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Friday, July 21, 2023Don't look back Don't even think about it but just keep your eyes / on the dangerous path ahead 
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Wednesday, December 21, 2022How to eat for the holidays: Of mice and the rest of us when the waves of life come in, when our gut is healthy, instead of getting knocked down and pummeled by turbulence, we ride them in. I am speaking from personal experience.
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Sunday, June 4, 2017Nursery rhymes for the times The old nursery rhymes had a dark side. They were also coo-coo and zany. These are darker than silly but so are our times.
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Tuesday, May 3, 2022Water from a mulberry tree: Not how but why? The head is very good at explaining "how", but I am much more interested in why?
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Friday, February 11, 2022A vision of renewal -- A prose poem followed by thoughts on its writing I'm talking about watershed moments / That take us by surprise and / Blow us out of our comfort zones! 
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Saturday, July 17, 2021This and that or this or worse HERE IS A GIFT FOR YOU / THE SUN AND THE MOON / THE MOON'S REFLECTION
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Saturday, January 28, 2017I'm back. Did you miss me? Just a brief summary of my long strange journey to age 66, and a possible explanation for why I haven't been writing much these days.
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Wednesday, April 13, 2022Goodbye to a friend He always asked how I was doing when we got together. I knew he was not looking for the short answer. Neither one of us went for the short answers.
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Tuesday, April 12, 2022An elder's pride and remorse There were about 50, 60 people / In colorful clothes. / ( I recall the colors of people's outfits. / It was a true celebration.)
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Wednesday, November 2, 2022Why were we in Vietnam is a no-brainer, but. . . So, Mailer explained, to my satisfaction, why we were in Vietnam, but why are we in. . . 
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Monday, August 21, 2023Sometimes I just have to purge: reprint of 2018 post I was writing Romantic poetry / Until the age of 12. / Then my poetic soul / Gently urged me to wake up. 
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Friday, July 28, 2023Moving to the 1000 piece puzzle: making sense of UFOs we have the theoretical know-how to create UFOs / UAPs but we have a ways to go. (Huh?) . . . The devil is in the details.
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Sunday, September 4, 2022Across the way 2 followed by a reflection His home was just clear-cut / So he sits in a low spot at the bend / With nowhere to go 
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Friday, October 21, 2022This poem is not for everyone With my new hearing aids I can even detect my own oven timer / Timing the cooking of this poem 
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Tuesday, March 29, 2022Who is driving? I veer to the right, barely missing the edge. / Could happen to anyone right? / But there's more.
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Friday, April 10, 2020Stalking the message Epidemic Epistle IV: A COVID-19 crisis diary: this is installment IV of a weekly diary of the pandemic. 
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Sunday, August 28, 2022Rilke, Buhner and the human heart (a brief essay, approx 250 words) Basically, the heart, especially of men, went completely underground for most of the 20th century. . .
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Wednesday, October 5, 2022The torch I began to see movement here and there./ Just shadows moving. / Then I began to wonder where I was. 
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Tuesday, April 16, 2024Absence followed by a reflection When the birds are here / The songs comes with them / The songs are in the birds
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Sunday, April 9, 2017What am I shouting? (A poem.) It's hard to retrieve our elephant nature without the grasslands, without our family gathered around, and even without the moon to paint us silver. 
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Tuesday, July 7, 2020freedom is This poem is a concatenation of self-similar imagistic patterns that could have continued as a fractal unfurling until the poet decided to bring it home.
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Tuesday, February 21, 2017Knock, knock Knock, Knock joke. This is about being afraid to open your own door, to the world. Not a good situation folks. 
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Wednesday, January 3, 2018New Year, new eyes, new skin -- A poem Poem for the new year about survival, adaptation and rebirth.
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Saturday, May 22, 2021Notes of a burned-out time traveler II, followed by a reflection I went back to that place in the future / With the big hand in the woods / The place where the children / Were trying to get the pigeon to fly
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Saturday, November 17, 2018War is wrong A simple poem about a basic truth. Like you have to brush your teeth and stay hydrated and breathe. All things you need for life. Knowing war is wrong is also necessary for life. 
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Saturday, April 20, 2019Tremendum We have dreamed an ending for the world, but the world's Dreaming may have something else in store. Some of us may welcome that as an extension of the familiar, while others may turn away to continue dreaming of ends. 
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Thursday, November 8, 2018Will you help me? This is a poem about starting wherever we need to start, from a place that needs attention and love, a place that isn't happy or comfortable that we lost touch with somehow, that we have to rediscover and let back into our hearts.
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Friday, March 25, 2022The train is leaving Meanwhile we fight and fight./ We fight our child's fear./ We fight the war to stay or leave, 
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Wednesday, August 23, 2023Oath of loyalty followed by reflection In the real world you can buy artichoke pasta / But you can eat any kind of junk you want and feel right at home. 
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Friday, June 14, 2019The vacation A poem, like a dream, is the best way to say something; not the most articulate way or the most user-friendly way. Maybe it's the only way. 
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Saturday, March 16, 2024Greg Braden on the Psalm 83 War: What about those Biblical prophecies and coded predictions? Do the stupidest, shallowest, most self-centered or delusional, narrow minded, sickest people make the most history?
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Wednesday, September 12, 2018The first argument One interpretation of how the trouble started is, originally, we were meant to have a much larger brain. The one we have is too small. That accounts for why we are so violent and riddled with neuroses. 
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Wednesday, October 26, 2022Washing followed by notes Where has washing gotten us, / Really? Footnote: I give you Napoleon and Trump. 
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Saturday, February 9, 2019Like reading Mary Oliver The idea of this poem is, obviously, that time is running out, with the bookmarks growing ever shorter. But there is more to it. 
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Sunday, November 25, 2018The judgment Animals live by instinct but they also have emotions and they feel and they are capable of judging us.
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Saturday, October 29, 2016November Kale This time of year resonates with me in so many ways. It's hard to keep up with what what-all I want to say before Solstice changes things again.. 
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Monday, May 11, 2020Nursery rhymes Among the things we most have to fear is being caught up in a collective refusal to learn anything from history. What do we see then when we look in the collective mirror? Governments would treat us like children. That is a terrifying prospect when we consider that the leader of the free world is nothing but a spoiled child himself. 
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Sunday, December 25, 2022Get ready to dance Fling your old shoes over the power-line / And get ready to dance a barefoot jig / The band has arrived 
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Thursday, February 22, 2018AR-15 (A poem) Words fail after the shooting at Marjory Stonemason Douglas High School. Just as with Sandy Hook and Orlando, first shock, then deep sorrow, then outrage then deep consternation. America, America, how much more blood will you shed of your children?
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Wednesday, April 24, 2024For the ant that drowned followed by a reflection on empathy When I went to finish the last few Brussel sprouts / I saw the ant struggling
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Friday, December 16, 2016Dreaming ourselves out of this mess The difference between dreaming and Dreaming is key to getting out of our own way as humanists and activists and preparing the way for monumental change.
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Saturday, January 19, 2019Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music, 2nd installment of a memoir by Gary Lindorff This is the second installment of a memoir by Gary Lindorff, which will be appearing in bi-weekly installments. 
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Thursday, February 8, 2024War, god and the silence of mountains followed by an explanation Five or so wars ago I almost lost you / To a great war, my father. / (That would be my soul talking)
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Wednesday, May 25, 202221 Dead and Counting We know the old ways have to die. What we need is demolition. Not tearing buildings down but the lie. 
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Thursday, August 4, 2022Pelosi in Taiwan - Caramba! (a sonnet) I voted for a man who is patently insane! / Biden ought to be learning origami 
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Wednesday, March 9, 2022How do we break the chain of endless war?: A conversation with five friends in Vermont For the most part, I think / we can all agree that men start and wage war. / Therefore, for the most part, / only men can break that chain. 
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Monday, May 2, 202271 and still doing dumb things followed by thoughts After gathering in a circle, Enjoying a mug of nettle-tulsi tea, We walked to the big garden together 
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Saturday, December 3, 2022Stealth Did you ever feel like putting on your electric suit / And getting gone?
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Tuesday, October 13, 2020Poem: Should I wear a mask? Existential dilemma. Mask or no mask? We know the answer but there are other questions that distort the answer. A quintessentially American loop of parochial logic.
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Saturday, July 16, 2022Samdhi vigraha yostul yayam vrddhau samdhi mupeyatl followed by a note From her violin the bell of a horn has sprouted. / She generates a staticy thunder with her right foot / While her left foot pushes against gravity. 
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Friday, July 31, 2020My first sip of coffee is sweet Getting older one stands the chance of converting bitter into sweet. There is also the chance that what was sweet that turned bitter may transform into bittersweet. 
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Saturday, August 8, 2020Eleven Commandments Maybe it's time to update the Ten Commandments, such as "love what you like. Cherish what you love." (What if we are living in Paradise? Would it make any difference?) 
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Wednesday, January 17, 2018Sleepwalker If someone commits murder when they are sleepwalking, are they guilty? If someone starts a nuclear war when they are aren't in their right mind, are they responsible? With so many zombies running the country we better give these questions serious thought. 
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Sunday, October 24, 2021Dropping the golden shield (followed by an autobiographical note on the writing of this poem) We would dig beneath the overhangs / And then go up and jump / Until the ground released 
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Sunday, July 17, 2022Butterfly's teaching The lessons of butterfly are the lessons of metamorphosis, the different stages of transformation of the self:
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Saturday, August 6, 2022Email from a friend on Hiroshima Day I must have hit the drum enough / to cover every one of those lost at Hiroshima.
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Friday, June 17, 2022Spirit of seeing I carried the irate turtle across a small patch of field / To a soggy spot where the meadow / transitioned to marsh 
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Thursday, September 30, 2021This poem is done To be sorry for us I would have to be a saint./ All of this could have been avoided.
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Monday, August 8, 2022Lake Mead: Since covid Americans are asking more questions Will Lake Mead ever refill? What Year will Arizona / run out of water? Is it illegal to / wash your car in Vegas? 
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Friday, March 24, 2017Poet's Notebook: The new Big Story (The short story: A super-intelligent species behaved badly) Finding ourselves in the new Big Story. Super novas, thresholds and butterflies. 
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Friday, January 7, 2022Why wait until 71? 71 years ago I was born. / My soul chose to be born. / And, what's more, I was born 71 years ago with a dream.
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Wednesday, November 30, 2022Into the gap And the people sitting at the little tables / Are no one you know / But you have their attention 
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Wednesday, May 11, 2022Vlad at home He can't sleep. He has to call the general / Right now./ He fumbles for the phone on his night table
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Sunday, May 22, 2022The stone gun What an usual find! / It was formed by at least three kinds of stone: / The "barrel" was limestone, the handle, / Some kind of amalgam of quartz and basalt. 
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Sunday, April 2, 2017"Death" -- a poem Contemplating death, at 66: the difference between life and death grows thinner.
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Saturday, May 9, 2020Don't vote against Trump because Imagine a world without Trump. Would it be any better? Would it be any different.? Would we be any different? Would there be more rainbows? Just asking. 
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Friday, November 19, 2021Foundering flounder (a poem) I felt like that sad bottom fish / Weighted down, flattened by / A sea of language 
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Wednesday, May 3, 2017Listening to the cricket What does it take to be a real human being? I think I just got a little closer.
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Thursday, May 19, 2022The end of a world It's hot. Everything is hot and bright./ The stones are hot and . . . glinting./ I think they have lots of mica in them./ The ground is hot. 
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Thursday, December 30, 2021Until the rhythm shifts That day I was respected / Was an argument of some kind / Then rest a moment and breathe
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Tuesday, June 8, 2021My friend the local legend And he stops in the middle of the song / To yell at the weed wacker / On the other side of the hedgerow 
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Wednesday, December 28, 2022The power of sharing dreams After a while our dreams were less about living in a world turned upside down by a virus and more connected with our individuating lives as ongoing adventures. 
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Friday, April 14, 2023Lifting the lid, back in the day No one calls 'um flapjacks any more / That goes back to the British occupation / "Jack" was a British common man
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Wednesday, March 27, 2024Reflection on my poem "Seeing Red", posted on 3/17/24 The 60s was my holocaust. It burned up my childhood to a cinder. But like the protagonist in The Giver, at the end of the 60s, my spirit was rescued by the color red. . 
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Monday, March 26, 2018Onion and Woo plan an outing Throwing red paint at the entrance to the White House seems like a really good use of time. In this poem Woo questions whether red is the best color.
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Monday, April 17, 2023The boat with the lavender sail . . . Pleasant Bay is where my father / Learned to sail when he was a boy. / When he was out there in the open water / That was when he felt free,
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Wednesday, February 9, 2022Yahweh was Irish The process is called nitrogenation / But I'm not interested in the science. / I am interested in the tempest 
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Sunday, May 15, 2022A bird with my name on it I focused my vision like a microscope / And saw amazing things: / The fern became a rock, / The rock, a rabbit,
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Friday, April 19, 2024In solidarity with Gaza. A Poem by Em Berry "Because of us" I wondered then / how many of our wounds / have been dressed
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Sunday, April 26, 2015healing, imagination, regeneration New poem by Thiscan'tbehappening's poet in residence 
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Thursday, April 22, 2021Some thoughts on the shadow How we experience our collective shadows has everything to do with how consciously and proactively and mindfully we approach this work -- and it is work! 
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Sunday, March 20, 2022The circles of Hell Dante's circles of hell, that is to say, all nine or ten / Have vanished with the evils of his time./ But Hell itself has much enlarged since then
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Tuesday, March 5, 2024This I saw in a dream The dog is only being polite out of respect for the man's ego./ He is a patient dog. / The dog is describing the man's behavior to him./ He isn't making anything up. 
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Tuesday, January 30, 2018Imagine this world This poem is sort of a koan. It makes convoluted sense, but the point is to get us to go into a maze of imagining, to get lost and find our way through by trusting that the world the poet is asking us to imagine is simply a world of people that can imagine a world with elephants. 
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Tuesday, August 25, 2020Wow The best tricks aren't tricks.Or another way of saying this is, the best magic is real.
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Sunday, May 29, 2022Another unendurable age My father took me fishing / When I was little / He baited the hook for me / I didn't want to hurt the worm 
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Friday, November 19, 2021Why is Gary Lindorff the way he is? I only started being able to navigate my psychic landscape when I grew into my poetic shoes. . .I say shoes because initially I swallowed poets like TS Eliot, Yeats and Rilke whole. . .
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Monday, May 30, 2022All I got We have just as little control / Over what our governments / Decide to do / As we have over what we dream. 
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Saturday, March 16, 2019Daffodil, The Great This poem is a parable that is being spun in order to say something true about the magical powers of the daffodil, not only to break out of a frozen bulb, like the Great Houdini, but to participate in (or in this poem, initiate) the grand ecstatic chain-reaction that we call Spring.
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Wednesday, May 26, 2021Notes from a burned-out time-traveler III : Quat There I was in the same weird place / I was outside the brain museum / I took out my handwritten instructions:
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Thursday, June 23, 2022I didn't die in Albuquerque Two zombies, half crazy./ We were young, driving your father's jeep./ Now we needed coffee. 
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Friday, March 22, 2024The exuberant invitation and a reflection Everything that is ours is yours. / Be sure to bring your Prozac and your Zantac and your kayak 
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Monday, August 15, 2022As long as rivers run and the law of karma (poem) When the rivers stop flowing / the grass will stop growing / and trees will stop bearing leaves. 
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Friday, March 29, 2024The teaching of the rainmaker The day has come / I see you anxiously packing / Your spear and your gun / And your pepper spray. 
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Wednesday, May 25, 2022Happy Trails followed by a note . . . putting all of one's eggs / In the Thinking basket / Can lead to loneliness, / As Thinking winds down. 
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Tuesday, November 1, 2022The theology and Ten Commandments of conventional Environmentalism: Plug for a new Environmentalism If you were raised a good Christian and a good Environmentalist, all the better for you, but being a good Environmentalist would suffice to open doors . . .
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Sunday, October 16, 2016There is a mountain A dream-vision. Driving toward a place of transformation.
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Tuesday, October 3, 2017"Why are we in Vietnam?" (or any damn place for that matter), revisited Part 2 Monkeys take revenge on the sun for burning down Ameise's house and live in the house of the sun. 
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Monday, December 31, 2018Black butterfly -- New Year, new world Another tipping point. Another chance to listen to the prophetic voice of common sense. Will it be just a new year or a new world? We choose.
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Saturday, April 20, 2024Me and Thich Nhat Hanh (open letter to my brother): I know you don't like (as in see the value in) Buddhism (or any religion), but what Thich Haht N H said was. . .
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Friday, June 11, 2021Welcome to our garden Welcome to our garden / Glad you could make it / Our garden would like to meet you
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Tuesday, July 21, 2020Homeward from visiting family Visiting family several states away is worth the risk and the quarantine when we get back home. Many of us are not looking for America any more; we're looking at it hard and deep.
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Wednesday, July 20, 2016Hitching a ride with Cassandra The poet, in a dream, hitches a ride with Cassandra, a contemporary incarnation of the ancient prophetess of Troy.. 
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Sunday, November 7, 2021The riddle (a poem from a dream) followed by a possible interpretation . . . these words / Are not what they seem. / I think that they are encoding / The entire dream
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Wednesday, December 29, 2021Old friends, not bookends (a poem) What about you? What / Keeps you wanting to stay alive? / (Long list follows. / I say, Wow. 
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Saturday, November 5, 2022How watching "Till" was like striking a gong And as the lights came on in the theater / It seemed as if something / Was being asked of me. 
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Sunday, November 11, 2018Honor to the men and women in the orange vests who build and resurface our roads We see them out there, all summer and fall, the men and women who build and resurface roads. This poem is a tribute to them. 
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Sunday, August 16, 2020Vertigo / Picking up glass on Monhegan Island A poem about picking up the pieces and being in a good place to contemplate what it means to be whole. 
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Monday, March 14, 2022I need to get something off my chest You know, it occurs to me, as I contemplate the horrors of Ukraine. . . 
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Monday, July 18, 2022I'm sweating followed by a reflection I'm sweating./ How about you? / Sweating because much of Europe / China and India and Australia is heating up. 
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Saturday, August 27, 2022I will you said Once I heard a poet reading / in a secret garden./ A catbird / in the tree above him / began to sing.
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Thursday, November 4, 2021What I want to say has been said (poem) followed by a reflection on its writing The same thing someone said / In a bus station in Gdansk 10 years before. / His child had just fallen asleep on the bench
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Thursday, February 3, 2022The elephant in the tree followed by the dream that inspired this poem and an interpretation I prayed for Putin and Ukraine and myself. / And got a dream for all my trouble. 
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Tuesday, April 23, 2024Wildfires in the brain -- A sonnet followed by: How I started writing sonnets late in life This would be horrifying if it happened to me,/(Also quite upsetting if it only happened to you), 
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Sunday, May 3, 2020The greater pandemic The greater pandemic is the Industrial Revolution that started in the mid nineteenth century, England and spread like wild fire sickening the living planet.
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Tuesday, July 12, 2016Fighting Zombies Why I have a soft place in my heart for zombies and 50-foot women. 
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Sunday, October 1, 2017"Why are we in Vietnam?" (or any damn place for that matter), revisited Norman Mailer's novel and Ken Burn's documentary and a few cherished memories of Aunt Margery are the inspirations for this poem that addresses the quandary, Why are we in the Trump Era?
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Saturday, March 5, 2022And if you don't love me now Listen to the wind blow, watch the sun rise / Running in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies
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Tuesday, July 12, 2022Hawk feathers, Gump and empire Sometimes I wake up feeling heavy and demoralized. That's not a good way to start the day.
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Friday, July 30, 2021The story goes My father's father played his violin in the attic / Where no one could see his tears. 
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Friday, February 2, 2024The right and left brain enjoying a rare moment of comradery (a prose poem) My right brain was tired./ My left brain said, / Let's go on an "outing".
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Saturday, August 5, 2023Standing in the wind of a wild waterfall And you keep going up / Until you get to the top / Where a giant hemlock lies diagonally / Across the noisy tumult of white water
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Monday, December 18, 2017Finding myself twice as old as my son -- a poem There are perks to having an old soul. On a good day it is possible to tap in to the patience of a stone or tree, and to recognize the things that really matter, like yogurt and love. 
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Thursday, August 20, 2020Shipwrecked Roses are red, violets are blue but without poetry in our souls it's all black and white. 
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Saturday, May 15, 2021Many trees are blossoming followed by a reflection I wish I wasn't a predator. / I wish I did not sanction the violence / That has passed for civilization 
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Monday, January 1, 2024The last piece (A kind of New Years poem)followed by a link to a stanza by stanza interpretation A gap, a crack of space / What if he goes far away / That rock becomes our teacher 
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Wednesday, November 3, 2021Betrayal (what we can expect) threshold beyond / which the goal is to prevent / grow immensely.
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Monday, March 7, 2022Shifting I'm deleting fewer emails. / Emails from friends. / Emails from out there.
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Wednesday, January 27, 2021Reflection of the self followed by thoughts on the writing of this poem If I must say something / Appears from emptiness / It became a game / The palm tree won
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Wednesday, January 23, 2019Finding myself in Time: Facing the Music, 3rd installment of a memoir by Gary Lindorff This is the third of bi-weekly installments of a memoir by Gary Lindorff. 
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Sunday, August 2, 2020In the pine woods Listening to all the racket of young crows being fed conjures thoughts of good parenting, but also how it seems to be the case that the more intelligent a species, the longer it takes to grow up. 
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Wednesday, March 13, 2019The mock interview I read an article on BBC World News about how: "The world's first robot designed to carry out unbiased job interviews is being tested by Swedish recruiters." Named Tengai, her voice is kind and businesslike with a tinge of the maternal. Her face glows. I couldn't help but imagine where this is going. It all seems very innocent right now, the subtle introduction of AI into every day culture. But is it? 
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Saturday, July 2, 2022The poppy followed by a note This was not a rose, / But it was the intense red of this flower / That first caught my eye. 
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Tuesday, November 9, 2021The rose, the fire and the fools (poem) I'm afraid of us./ I wake up afraid / Of us. I lie awake afraid / Of us
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Sunday, March 12, 2017Poet's Notebook: My poem, "Mr. Heron" followed by comments Maybe this is the Zen of bird-watching: Serving witness. Sometimes the message I receive from nature these days is overwhelmingly sad. It isn't business as usual in nature especially in Florida. 
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Friday, January 25, 2019The poet was not harmed during this fantasy of world's end Are we responsible for our fantasies of the end of the world? I suppose if we want to take credit for worlds that flourish we should also accept some of the blame for the ones that don't.
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Sunday, February 13, 2022Reflection on War We're all living in the same house for damn sure!! When a nation goes to war, it is burning down a room in the global house. 
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Tuesday, March 19, 2019Glastenbury Mountain Some places are mysterious and deserve our respect and we should show our respect by granting them space or at least when we visit these places we should try to discern whether they want us there or are asking us to back away. I think the Grand Canyon is like that. We should stay out of it, admire it from the rim, but let the spirits live there in peace.
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Sunday, February 26, 2017Poet's Notebook: My poem, "True story of a one-legged duck" followed by comments I tried to help a wounded duck but the universe had other plans. The question is, is it too late to help our own wounded selves? and other questions. 
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Friday, May 13, 2022Rhubarb and the revolution followed by a note on its writing My wife asks me to go down to the garden / And get 8 stalks of rhubarb. / I walk down in my slippers. 
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Saturday, April 18, 2020Searching for a new mantra At least there are no germs in space . . . yet. Mantra or revelation, new paradigm or shift, Big Dream or vision? It matters little where we draw our inspiration, as long as we don't push the reset button.
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Thursday, June 30, 2022Ka-ching Looking out at the harbor / There is an antique cash register / On a shelf above me/ Ornately conceived of brass and iron
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Thursday, November 10, 2016Using my library as an oracle Applying Jung's principle of synchronicity, in trying to make sense of Trump's rise, I sought advice from some revered ancestors and one living ecstatic poet.
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Thursday, August 19, 2021The flowers in the bowl (a covid poem followed by a reflection on its writing) Pitiful i thought so that's it? / And I looked at the flowers 
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Sunday, September 12, 2021Stand by (a poem) followed by brief reflection You might not be needed yet but -- stand by. / When Satan gives the nod or wink you must all push your buttons. 
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Sunday, December 26, 2021Happy crappy New Year I'm tired of people dicing and splicing their truth, / Praying for forgiveness while gearing up for war. 
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Thursday, March 3, 2022Human Report Card, F- . . .we haven't learned anything / In 4 hundred thousand years. / We drive around in our own private machines / Like Fred Flintstone.
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Monday, October 18, 2021Thus it is (for people who live near the sea, a semi-autobiographical confession) There will inevitably be days when / The front door is open / The strange man turned up again 
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Tuesday, August 2, 2022Interchangeable filters With my first sip of coffee, / Somewhat shamefully, / I snap in my metaphor filter. 
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Monday, January 21, 2019No poem tonight A poem about not being able to write a poem is even harder to write than nothing at all. This poem tries to capture that feeling.
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Tuesday, August 9, 2016"There you go again." (Reagan) Distancing myself from those who explode the things I love. 
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Tuesday, August 3, 2021Puzzled? : Seeing our worldviews as puzzles ... if we are really individuating our visions never stop expanding and there is always a fractal edge... 
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Friday, April 1, 2022Mary Oliver's poem: "The Summer Day" followed by a reflection Tell me, what is it you plan to do / with your one wild and precious life?
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Saturday, September 11, 2021One old guy to another -- A shadow poem Right then my consciousness splits / Right down the middle. / I am responding to my friend / Normally enough that he doesn't seem to notice
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Friday, June 24, 2022We are closer / we are here We're getting closer, almost there, as to the ocean / who has so many ways of letting us know / that she is close.
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Thursday, March 2, 2017Poet's Notebook: A Haiku, "Four elder White men" followed by a reflection James Baldwin makes me uncomfortable in my skin, for which I am grateful.
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Tuesday, November 30, 2021Home is where we're planted (sonnet) How sad the house looks, like a Pixar animation! / The forest too will miss us
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Sunday, November 13, 2016Here and There We are responsible for what happens to our cultural, emotional and spiritual environment. So we have a lot to figure out and, now that the damn election is over, we best get to it. There is a lot at stake.
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Tuesday, June 28, 2022This is what I wrote (in awkward solidarity with Philip Levine) Setting: Monhegan, early, / sitting with my coffee, / just finished reading a poem by Levine.
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Friday, July 1, 2022Crow VS the Sea followed by a note No sooner had I settled in / At one of my favorite spots / High above the ocean, / Than I noticed a crow
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Sunday, February 20, 2022So, what exactly is synchronicity and how does it help us exit the Matrix? So another way to look at a synchronicity is to see it as the coincidence of an inner and outer event that share unmistakable commonalities. 
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Friday, July 2, 2021If I were to stay here (poem) I would have no choice / Because my mind would clear up / I would wake up
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Sunday, January 8, 2017Poet's Notebook: My poem, "From the land of giants", followed by reflection A birthday poem to myself in which I step up to slay some giants and invite others to do the same.
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Friday, March 17, 2017Poet's Notebook: Disappearing places, disappearing soul and soul-retrieval As the world experiences soul-loss, with the displacement of and gentrification of one-of-a-kind places (along with the people who live in these places), we have to make sure that we nurture our own souls, i.e., that part of us that is capable of recognizing "soul" in the first place. Soul has nothing to to with quaintness or charm. Soul is what lets us know when we're home or closing in on what we are longing for.
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Tuesday, November 3, 2020The Stranding of the Human Race: The Human / Dolphin Enigma Dolphin's brains are as complex as, or even more convoluted than, human brains and they are far better communicators than we are (among themselves), so why do they beach?
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Friday, February 25, 2022Why we may never have peace I'm listening to muted sirens and explosions / Above where the ATM machines / Are waiting for the mobs 
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Thursday, December 16, 2021God or Climate Change or Godzilla? (Maybe it's all three.) The usual questions arise: Why this house and not that house? Why this section of town and not across the street? ... As if there is some answer somewhere 
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Saturday, May 29, 2021Notes from a burned-out time-traveler IV Quat has listened to my descriptions of my time / And he thinks that his time could be regarded / As a fresh start. 
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Tuesday, January 4, 2022William's secret pleasure (followed by a note on its writing) William travels to Boston every other week / To visit his granddaughter, Sherry. He always goes by bus. 
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Tuesday, December 4, 2018The hourglass We are living in a fragile moment, in a loop of time, like a recurring dream but not quite because the dream is changing subtly as the particles of possibility slip through the hourglass.
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Wednesday, May 27, 2020My whispering bones This might stand as a / the poet's version of breaking quarantine. 
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Saturday, March 31, 2018It hurts to be an American. Literally (pt,2) Part 2: It hurts to be an American. Literally. But it hurts some more than others. 
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Tuesday, January 25, 2022Bomb the ending followed by a reflection Bomb the volcano! / Bomb the city. / Bomb the northern lights if you want to. 
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Wednesday, January 10, 2024Are you ready with me? (A sand-blasted poem) followed by a link to a stanza-by-stanza interpretation of this poem Friendly little mountain / That is how it looks / An image brightened in her mind
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Tuesday, April 28, 2020My old friend the rock This poem is about renewing an old friendship and finding peace and therapy in the middle of the woods.
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Thursday, May 12, 2022Open house The walls are made of cannon balls./ The roofing material is guaranteed / Until tomorrow.
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Sunday, June 26, 2022Humble I handed her a book of mine./ You might not like them (the poems)./ She said, "You're just shy." 
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Monday, August 2, 2021Observing dragonflies If you want to get close to a dragonfly / There is phase one and phase two. .
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Thursday, March 17, 2022Parallel thunders Two hundred children. / The people in the cavea grow still. / A profound hush spreads through the stadium 
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Saturday, January 29, 2022Buddha is alive and well So she fell asleep and dreamed her baby was lost / So she woke "Oh, my baby, where is my baby?"
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Thursday, September 9, 2021Passport photo followed by reflection Take off your glasses / Don't smile / That's what they told me 
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Sunday, January 16, 2022Tenderized by L/life You might not understand what I am saying. / That is why I am including the link in this poem.
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Friday, September 2, 2016Launching a poem Here is a poem that will not blow up on launch. And, the aliens are among us; they are the left brain. 
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Monday, July 25, 2022Welcome to the Matrix: For 99.9999 percent of the human race, it may be all there ever is . . . how hard it is to escape the Matrix, how easily it draws us back in, or seduces us back in and when it does we can kiss our autonomy good-bye. 
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Thursday, May 28, 2020Better is best You know you have a friend when they know when you are kidding and when you are serious. The same applies for befriending oneself. 
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Monday, June 1, 2020Sometimes it amazes me This is a poem about the power of yearning to manifest.
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Tuesday, February 12, 201911th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding myself in Time" This is the 11th bi-weekly installment of Lindorff's "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until its release in March.
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Friday, April 16, 2021From in the crosshairs -- a sonnet Give me one good reason why I shouldn't scream / Like some wild thing that has lost its habitat 
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Tuesday, July 8, 2014New book by Gary Lindorff -- New Wasichu, Crossing: Our Story is Just Beginning Here is a map for we who would walk into the future in balance and with power -- power to overcome our foes, power to face our fears. These two paths start right here. To the extent that we own it and live it, with courage, our story is, in fact, just beginning.
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Saturday, July 31, 2021One big dream We were out back talking about dreams / One big dream in particular, yours. 
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Thursday, November 4, 2021Lest the criminal judge (poem) followed by some thoughts I will consign my rage to a ritual fire, / Bury its ashes deep in the ground. / Just let me live beyond my urge to scream
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Tuesday, February 5, 20198th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding myself in time: Facing the music" This is the 8th, bi-weekly installment of Lindorff's memoir, ""Finding myself in time: Facing the music", to be continued until the book is released in late March.
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Friday, December 4, 2020Yes, Covid is shutting down the arts Just a quick slanted overview of what artists are facing as we navigate Covid.
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Thursday, March 31, 2022The burning mountain Sometimes it feels like the stink is in my brain. / But we go to work anyway. / If we don't who will?
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Saturday, February 19, 2022The old man says followed by notes on its writing If we have to shame our ancestors / We will do that, they say. / If we have to eat your dreams, / We will eat your dreams. 
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Saturday, December 22, 2018Akooh Sometimes the clearest prose leads us astray from our birthright to babble. If there are no wild spaces between words and phrases, no voids of sense or gaps in logic then language becomes programatic, topic-driven, over-civilized. It's easy to forget how wild language is at heart because we pride ourselves in controlling it. But there is poetry with huge soul locked within the most generic prose. 
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Monday, April 8, 2019What can Americans be proud of? Well, there was the sixties. Now what? For at least the last 10 years I have noticed that I avoid "classic" sixties rock, any sixties music for that matter, except for a few bands. I am just beginning to understand why.
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Sunday, May 1, 2022Review of Netflix, "How it ends". This guy is at the airport, / Flying out to Seattle to join his fiancee / And something is wrong. 
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Wednesday, November 3, 2021The hourglass (reprint of 2018 poem, followed by some thoughts) I heard him come in. / I heard him say, / Sleep don't come easy. / Too many lies. 
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Thursday, December 13, 2018Moving right along, with bad karma We should have listened to McKibben back when he warned us that we were ending nature. Now what? 
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Wednesday, November 9, 2022At the Urgent Poetry clinic: poetry in the future She closes the door but not all the way. You are alone. You wait again, opting not to pick up a magazine. You are too nervous. The poem you want to talk about was big. 
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Thursday, November 13, 2014Black River New poem by thiscantbehappenings poet, Gary Lindorff 
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Tuesday, January 18, 2022Somewhere in Coimbatore Somewhere in Coimbatore / There is a patch of grass / That is greener than green 
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Saturday, December 23, 2023Judgment day: Gaza (and yet the light returns) It wasn't a long time ago./ Try yesterday./ It just depends on where you are./ It just depends on who you are. 
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Saturday, September 4, 2021Rebirth (a poem) My feet hurt, but I don't have time to rub them, / No time to cool them in a stream. / Like a deer in a burning forest, / I bound over smoldering hotspots... 
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Tuesday, January 25, 2022Universe of the egg followed by a reflection And you know you are in / The universe of your latest rebirth / When the air begins to brighten on cue
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Friday, January 1, 2021The man with the luna-moth mask A large insect lands on my face / It is a moth / It covers my face / Like a covid-mask
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Thursday, December 9, 2021The Martian (a poem) My sister is a potter. / We had lunch at her studio. / She said, I have to stay here / But you should check out the Martian. 
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Sunday, October 16, 2022What some OpEd contributors have been writing about the dangers and likelihood of nuclear war, followed by a proposal: Proposal: How about we (anti-nuclear contributors to OpEdNews) undersign a headlined statement banning first use of tactical nuclear
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Thursday, March 11, 2021The first day of Spring It is when the snow has melted / But only on the south-facing hillsides. 
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Thursday, September 16, 2021Answer to the 5 Rules of War followed by brief reflection Rules of War sound like something straight from 1984. If these rules were followed much of what the United States has carried out in the name of war will have discounted their own rules. Tut-tut. . 
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Monday, January 31, 2022Growing up followed by a reflection I said to the stone: / We're going to / Change the world
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Tuesday, August 17, 2021Who is the poet? (a poem, followed by a footnote) But who then is the poet / And why are they so shy,
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Monday, April 23, 2018The coming world that should be Now is the time for world renewal, while stepping back to let the old world die however it needs to, as it is already doing in a million ways.
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Sunday, February 10, 201910th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 10th bi-weekly installment of Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released in March. 
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Monday, April 1, 2019Patriarchy -- how it ends We are, arguably, living at the end of the age of patriarchy. What that might look like, or feel like, is going to be different for everyone. Here is one version.
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Saturday, May 8, 2021Your questions make me nervous I am sorry that I all I have to offer / Is this thermos of warm tea,/ But at least I brought two mugs. 
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Sunday, October 3, 2021We're in good hands for this summit followed by a reflection All the delegates are here. / One trusts / They will get it right.
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Tuesday, August 30, 2016How can you know when you run? (inspired by Crosby, Stills and Nash: "How can you run when you know?") There is a fine line between writing for escape and writing for transcendence. In such a dangerous world, as writers, we are wise to watch for opportunities to be reborn. Events are always building and breaking like an omnipresent wave gathering momentum. The trick is to fly ahead of the tidal wave of events, keeping our vision clear and our minds free.
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Sunday, August 1, 2021How I snuck up on a cloud Kneeling, / Picking snow peas / At the cool end of the day. 
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Wednesday, August 11, 2021Lights (and why I wrote this poem) Lights in the mind / The sky mind / Strange news flashes
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Thursday, May 19, 2022The crow at my feeder -- an ongoing true story Sometimes he would bring a friend./ Maybe a girlfriend./ Try these, I imagine he would say, / You might like them.
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Sunday, January 3, 2021New year with brief reflection I'm going to stick my neck out / I'm going to tell you what 
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Tuesday, February 22, 2022Prepare for everything followed by notes Get ready for everything. / Pack your bag just in case / Everything changes sooner than expected.. 
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Wednesday, January 31, 2024A love poem in time You looked to me tomorrow / Just as you will look to me before / Quoting my favorite dead person
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Friday, August 5, 2022Hiroshima and the Nuclear Age: It was in the Wind Adults said nothing / But with a twist / It was in the wind
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Wednesday, September 9, 2015Evil (an open letter to my dead father) Is evil intrinsic to our humanity or there an outside agent that makes us do inexplicably terrible things? 
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Sunday, February 3, 2019A retelling of the Grimm brothers' folk tale, "The fisherman and his wife", for our times In this retelling of the famous folk tale, the fisherman is now Melania Trump and the enchanted fish is more than just an enchanted fish. But the basic message hasn't changed through the centuries. 
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Monday, January 10, 2022Rebirth Of course it is black and white / Let me be clear This is old / It happened before I was born
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Monday, October 26, 2015G Lindorff interviews Gaia Pacifist-poet interviews Gaia. Gaia advises to "let the world in" and let our hearts melt. This is G L's second Gaia interview.
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Tuesday, January 29, 20195th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 5th of bi-weekly installments of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released in March.
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Friday, March 1, 201918th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 18th of bi-weekly installments of Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released in March.
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Tuesday, November 16, 2021something to show (a poem) Maybe I will confront the plow guy this year! / I've been getting more assertive / With mixed results 
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Thursday, October 21, 2021Falling into belief (poem) Knowing you as well as I do / I can let go of a little of my fear of the future / Or, sorry, I mean for the future 
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Friday, July 22, 2022Two barns diverged there is much more thinking ahead for me; / It is in the stars./ But today I am giving my brain a rest. 
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Saturday, January 6, 2024W.S. Merwin: One of my favorite poets, abstruse for a reason I often read a poem by W.S Merwin (1927 - 2019) and find myself scratching my head. He seems to be in a different universe
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Sunday, January 31, 2021Who first noticed Yoke of language / Faster than the wind / Through the family
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Tuesday, January 26, 2016Arktos Arktos means Bear. We are making the Land of the Bear disappear before "all the eyes of the heavens". 
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Wednesday, March 20, 2019Shouting to the stars Are we in a train watching things pass through a rain-smeared window or shouting to the stars? 
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Sunday, June 27, 2021Bittersweet (poem) Later in the day I met you returning from a walk / You were holding a green basket you had made 
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Tuesday, March 29, 2016One day, in the asylum What really happened that day at the Portland rally. Fleshing it out. The poetic truth and nothing less.
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Friday, August 20, 2021Say how it is and bless each other followed by a reflection Let's get together for a fire. / Laugh a little at the absurdity of everything
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Saturday, January 9, 2021Guide us home A poem about passage to be read to Nils Frahm's "Winged Victory for the Sullen". 
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Thursday, January 4, 2024Go easy I played to the peanut gallery / And to the sun / And to that silly old romantic 
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Friday, June 8, 2018The Bloody Gun When it comes to the war-like nature of the human race, change is slow, so slow maybe none of us reading this poem will live to see any change at all, but, on a good day, believing it will come is enough.
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Tuesday, April 20, 2021What Attenborough said -- A sonnet All the things we have lived for, just forget it, / All the things we are conditioned to want and need / Either change how we live or we'll regret it!
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Wednesday, March 8, 2017The taste test There is so much confusion now-a-days for us Americans on what is "real". Poet or not, I have to turn to science (and radio) to get my bearings. 
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Monday, February 28, 2022Looking at dreams with our Magic Eye I prefer to see dreams as Magic Eye pictures that only make complete sense when our perspective shifts to their archetypal underpinning. . .
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Friday, March 1, 2019What I said I just read a piece by Josh Mitteldorf on Shanthi, which I really recommend reading. This poem does not have much Shanthi in it. It is written at the edge of the dualistic universe where many of us are poised at a kind of door. What if all the alarm clocks in the United States went off at once? I think we are almost at that point.
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Saturday, July 24, 2021A poem for loggers What opening will be left for me / When I receive my invitation
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Thursday, January 31, 20196th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 6th of bi-weekly installments of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released in March.
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Tuesday, July 26, 2022What is initiation and how does a shamanic practice empower us to avoid the Matrix In (older, intact) initiating societies, passage through these stages is facilitated by initiation. Critical life-changes are anticipated and enhanced at each crossroad 
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Monday, November 15, 2021Nemesis -- All-American style I don't see the point / But I feel it, a wee pressure on my back / A tickling moving up my shoulder 
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Sunday, January 2, 2022The Nuclear Prom (a poem) Nine nations have the bomb, / And they're all going to the nuclear prom!
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Monday, November 7, 2016A poem: "Who is I" and reflection In an attempt to lighten up two days before the election returns, I am remembering that when we are alone in the voting booth it's just me, myself and I? But who is "I"?
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Thursday, February 7, 20199th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 9th of bi-weekly installments of "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the memoir is released in March.
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Tuesday, February 9, 2021A(manda) BAB CDCD EFEF GG(orman) -- A Sonnet "I thought I saw new writing on the wall./ I even dared to hope the cage would spring. . ."
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Wednesday, March 24, 2021We must be more than prophets, Part 2: Ed McCurdy's vision -- a prose poem He wrote that song for the coming days! / What days? When are they coming?
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Monday, May 10, 2021The algae eaters They ate nothing but algae / With virtually no contact from the outside world. / When they emerged they were thin and greenish
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Thursday, July 1, 2021Strawberries (poem) There is conversation in the living room / There are questions / There are topics and wine 
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Wednesday, December 29, 2021Perfectly broken Did I make any promises / Before I was cast a human? / Did I promise / That I wouldn't / Kill my enemy?
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Thursday, March 18, 2021Dreadful knocking -- a sonnet followed by a reflection of what is meant by "dharma" I have watched more than just cognition wane / From coast to coast across this fogged-up nation.
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Tuesday, June 1, 2021Notes from a burned-out time-traveler V (the last) -- the Keog and the children I met Quat He looked at me for a long time / Then he asked me: Do you know why you came? / I said no / He said because the Children sent for you
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Saturday, February 2, 20197th installment of a memoir by Gary Lindorff, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 7th bi-weekly installment of a memoir by Gary Lindorff, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released in March. 
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Tuesday, August 24, 2021Solacy -- All Hail to the Sun King* followed by a reflection Lunacy is madness so the dictionary states / But actually it's solacy that is turning us all crazy 
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Friday, October 24, 2014Shopping at Walmart New poem by Gary Lindorff, Thiscantbehappening resident poet
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Sunday, January 27, 20194th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the fourth of bi-weekly installments of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released in March. 
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Tuesday, March 12, 2019What you might do This is a poem about subsistence and waiting.The ravens are the real subject of the poem. They are where the energy is. But even they are in a holding pattern.
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Saturday, January 23, 2021Our semi-precious way How can we continue / On our semi-precious way / Without the wink and nod? 
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Thursday, June 9, 2016The pipe This poem is about a possible future in which the only thing our descendants know about us is that we built really good pipes, but what they were used for no one has a clue. That's a good thing because the truth would wreck their religion.
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Wednesday, May 12, 2021Spring snapshots The forest is just beginning to leaf. / Plum blossoms cover my car. / Birch trees are swaying / Like skeletons dancing
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Monday, April 11, 2016We aren't all in the same boat This poem explores one aspect of the reality of living in an oligarchy, followed by the poet's reflections on the writing of the poem.
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Monday, March 29, 2021Star-tangled banner Badly needed upgrade of Star-spangled Banner. And watch for: "This land ain't your land, this land ain't my land..." 
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Friday, November 6, 2020Trump: Just Another Head of the Hydra Trump isn't going anywhere. He is an archetype. We just need to go deeper ... 
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Tuesday, March 1, 2022The stone person He is made of stone. / He has no features. / The sculptor was releasing him
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Friday, May 7, 2021The unwelcoming place followed by a reflection If I saw someone I was prepared to explain / Honestly: "I am from the other side of the valley."
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Sunday, August 29, 2021Boots on the ground Just hand me / A moonbeam so I can find my way / To my rack. Let me find my Big Voice
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Wednesday, October 21, 2015Tipi in the city poet-pacifist, thanks to the Navahos, the Dine, has a good day in Salt Lake City
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Tuesday, February 26, 201917th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 17th of bi-weekly installments of Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released in March. 
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Wednesday, July 20, 2022If war prevails / Before war prevails If war prevails / If the world doth end, / If everything falls down / Like London Bridge
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Tuesday, May 3, 2016Riding the elephant Empathizing with the mighty elephant. There is a world out there that needs to be judged and ultimately fail, or we might as well all just go to hell.
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Sunday, February 17, 201913th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 13th of bi-weekly installments of Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released in March.
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Monday, February 21, 2022I'm going to wake in New Zealand (repeat) Last week, I was cleaning the basement / (I know, crazy, right?) / And I found the doomsday clock.
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Friday, March 5, 2021The Thunberg Look -- a sonnet The way she looked at him that day / When at the Summit him she spied / would have made an eagle drop its prey . . .
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Tuesday, October 12, 2021It was after (a poem) And it was after that that I stood up / And it was after I stood up / That I thought of you and our conversation
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Sunday, July 4, 2021Quoting myself on this 4th of July (poem) And I can feel both the sickness / And the craziness of this country / That would love to move in on me / And steal away what's left 
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Wednesday, November 9, 2022At the Urgent Dream Clinic: dream work in the future She closes the door but not all the way. You are alone. You wait again, opting not to pick up a magazine. You are too nervous. The dream you want to talk about was big. 
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Saturday, November 13, 2021Clinging to the tree of life (poem) I live in Vermont / Where climate change is all about / Scary numbers,/ Contemplating distant disasters / And troubling hypothetical outcomes
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Monday, March 14, 2022I had a big dream last night that I want to share I have been investigating and broadening my awareness in two areas since Covid hit: psychedelics and the our microbiome.
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Thursday, July 8, 2021The happy ending (poem) I feel for this dog / Is there a law being broken? / Should I call the Humane Society / Or the constable? .
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Wednesday, May 5, 2021Calmness sets me free -- a sonnet I even have it in me to accept the way things are, / Happy to assume that existence is enough:
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Saturday, June 26, 2021Five minutes ago and yesterday (poem) The house we are staying at has a piano / The woman in the garden said / We could help ourselves to the herbs
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Sunday, September 26, 2021The jamboree They opened the stops, / Threw open the wide gates, / There was going to be a jamboree. 
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Wednesday, December 13, 2023Short Christmas story of rebirth Two years ago, a few days after Christmas, my wife came home with two big garbage bags
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Wednesday, January 24, 2024One time I saw a man There were no cars on the road / .No cars coming or going / .Only he was coming. 
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Thursday, April 5, 2018My soul said, "Get up." Making promises to our souls in the dead of winter is a good way to side with life. 
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Monday, December 25, 2023Same floor different room followed by stanza by stanza interpretation of this poem Then the lights shifted / Silence. Juniper green. / Cannot be coincidence
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Sunday, April 15, 2018The reunion Happy poems are rare. They can't be manufactured by the poet just make the poet happy.
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Tuesday, February 23, 2021Between place and child followed by brief comments on its writing Words written over / Pleading with my voice / Floating toward bursting stars / Comes running from the garden
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Saturday, August 14, 2021In mind of a previous act To leap from a window / The temperature was very hot / Another ingenious answer 
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Monday, February 18, 2019Mount Greylock It always feels a little like soul-retrieval when I am able to integrate one of my father's memories into my life.
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Sunday, February 17, 2019Was I ever little? It might seem as if this poem is written tongue in cheek, but no, the poet really is yearning for proof that he was once little. 
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Monday, October 5, 2020Covid-Epistle XI: How living under the pandemic has changed me as a writer Covid-Epistle XI, originally written for scantbehappening.net, the poet explores how writing in these times is a little like walking on water. 
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Tuesday, May 17, 2022McDonalds leaves Russia Yes, let this be a sign, / The first of many, to be sure.
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Sunday, October 4, 2015Grieving and praying The poet-pacifist's gun: reflections on our violent country and our prospects for a future.
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Tuesday, March 9, 2021Our waking nightmare Ah, those lovers of war, caught up in their passion,/ It would be so cruel to say No more! 
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Sunday, December 17, 2023Who are our ancestral spirits anyway? In intact shamanic / indigenous cultures, that are also ancestral cultures, the lineages go way back, but we of the "modern" industrial and post-industrial world have to learn what it means to live shamanically. . .
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Thursday, May 26, 2016Notes toward a manifesto Manifestos have never been more timely. The last time I wrote one I was 19. Now I am 65 and I'm happy to say I know where I stand, who I am and what I believe.
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Wednesday, September 29, 2021So you built a dam (a poem) How nice for you / That you were able to convince yourself / That the world needed another dam.
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Monday, September 7, 2020Three Poems For These Pandemic Times There is a lot of work to do on multiple levels. Our work is cut out for us for the foreseeable future. And I mean us poets as well as those of us who regard poetry as medicine.
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Sunday, February 24, 201916th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 16th of bi-weekly installments of Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released in March.
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Wednesday, October 13, 2021It was before (a poem) It was before I stood up / That I watched the geese disappear 
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Saturday, December 1, 2018The whole study Sometimes a poet just has to go with his / her gut, so we don't get physically sick, I mean barf or something.
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Wednesday, December 9, 2020Moonbat This poem will not mean the same thing to any two people, but whether that is true or not we will never know. 
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Thursday, August 6, 2015A moment of silence for Cecil New poem by this cantbehappening resident poet
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Friday, January 26, 2024We are the seeds we plant We organize our thoughts / And then / We have our day / And we get away with it
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Saturday, December 19, 2020Dreaming with Eno II Now where are we Now Right now / It is now Right here Don't miss out 
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Thursday, December 23, 2021Lovers and killers (a poem) Our blood is red / Which is appropriate for a species / Of lovers and killers. 
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Thursday, December 21, 2023Dear Everyone: Solstice letter II Today, Solstice Eve, I went for a walk at dusk. A medicine walk. When I take a medicine walk I talk out loud to Creator with whom I have a personal relationship. It always helps. 
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Friday, March 26, 2021What is the difference between DDT and Glyphosate? followed by reflection You don't have to listen to this / coming from someone with chronic Lyme
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Thursday, November 12, 2020The little fool One poet, Michael Torres, describes some poems he didn't write (or is it images he didn't turn into poems?), as a lost dog that unexpectedly finds its way home. That describes how this poem wrote itself.
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Tuesday, November 17, 2020We are all to blame followed by reflection With Trump almost out of the way, we are on the cusp of joining the rest of the world in mitigating Climate Change. May we succeed.
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Monday, December 21, 2020Canary blues I need my mother's gumption / And head for where the deer and the antelope play / Get out of snake city
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Friday, October 15, 2021Five cartoons (to visualize) Just for a laugh. Concepts for cartoons. These ideas for (visual) cartoons come to me as I'm driving down the road. Consider them public domain. 
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Monday, April 12, 2021Birds sing louder in Virginia Listening the birds who begin when the sun rises here is Virginia, some began to sound distinctly Spanish. I started wondering what they are really saying.
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Friday, November 20, 2020That's a good question and brief reflection Next time it's our overuse of "multiple" but right now we've got to question our overuse of "that's a good question". It's gotten way, way out of hand.
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Wednesday, December 15, 2021It's not God (sonnet) Such anger in the sky. It makes you think! / What would the prophets say? / And it's not just Kentucky that's on the brink..
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Tuesday, April 26, 2016Sucking the bones of the bee If we knew what we were doing, wouldn't we stop or are we too afraid, too mad with fear and loneliness?
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Monday, March 4, 201919th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 19th of bi-weekly installments of Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released later in March.
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Thursday, December 10, 2020Avalon Sutra This is a poem to honor Harold Budd. In this style of poem every line is a sentence, so every line is a thought.
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Monday, September 14, 2020Outside One thing that is becoming more obvious to those of us who know there are different realities is, if we are going to change our fate, we are going to have to change the time line.
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Wednesday, December 2, 2020Lake of memory This is a poem about how following a stream was like following a thread to a whole seamless world of memory that was all about a lake. 
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Wednesday, March 27, 2013Mouse Under the Hubcap The latest poem from TCBH by resident poet Gary Lindorff.
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Sunday, March 14, 2021From now on, we -- followed by reflection In the middle of the night / Watched in dumb shock / Some things don't translate / Under existing conditions
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Wednesday, January 12, 2022Letters from camp (fact-checked) I am the second oldest in my cabin. / Ben is the oldest. He is 10. / Spiders live under the cabin.
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Monday, December 21, 2015Goodnight gun Poet-pacifist looks inside the mind of a gun that can't sleep.
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Thursday, February 4, 2021You will become stronger You will become stronger / I want to believe her / Water glasses slip
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Monday, May 16, 2016Sliding scale Homeopathic poetry. Taking back the steering wheel: If the world is crazy, we have to be crazier but take responsibility for the reality we occupy.
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Thursday, February 14, 201912th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This s the 12th bi-weekly installment of Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released in March.
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Friday, February 12, 2021Part of the barter So where does it end? / Crucible of the earth / Murmur of the sea
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Wednesday, December 9, 2015To walk the full mile poet-pacifist celebrates the ages (stages) of and brevity of life
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Wednesday, February 20, 201914th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 14th of bi-weekly installments of Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released in March.
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Wednesday, October 14, 2015Bombs of love poet-pacifist weighs in on the so-called intelligence behind the bombing of the hospital in Afghanistan
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Saturday, December 19, 2020Dreaming with Eno Listening to Brian Eno's "New Space Music" / Wasn't my first choice / But Harold Budd's "The Plateau of Mirror" / wouldn't play for me 
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Wednesday, February 27, 2019Quiet as a banana There is poetry and wisdom in everything. Like Thoreau says, we don't have to leave our yards. The poet might add, or our living rooms.
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Wednesday, December 16, 2020Writing against the wall followed by reflection "Poetry gets me high / But the zeitgeist's higher / It's a wall of water / A three hundred year high towering / Over a life of denial. . ."
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Sunday, January 9, 2022The diamond box In 9056 the NewEarth corporation unearthed a diamond box / The box contained 100 cuneiform tablets
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Saturday, February 27, 2016The Pink Bear A mysterious Pink Bear announces his presidential aspirations on Fox News.
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Thursday, April 8, 2021Vermonter in Virginia Virginia might be for lovers but Vermont is for people who love Vermont; i.e., long winters, short summers, arguably one of the best places for writing, albeit not sure the sun or the cows sing there.
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Tuesday, September 1, 2020Summer job This is a poem about choosing our battles and it is about supporting someone's cause. 
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Friday, November 13, 2020Dream incubation Dream incubation is not so much about programming our dreams to resolve issues for us, but to seek out how the wisdom of the unconscious or our deeper Self might perceive the issue we wish to resolve.
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Wednesday, March 16, 2016Our monster The thing we should fear most is a monster of our own creation.
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Monday, September 8, 2014Monster in my garden New poem from Thiscantbehappening's resident poet
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Saturday, September 26, 2020Just another poem about the Apocalypse All the elements of what the Apocalypse will / might look like are in our own private theaters, our dreams. Maybe there is a better word than apocalypse because what seems to be coming is a gigantic psychic overhaul of the human race. Let us hope so anyway. 
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Tuesday, December 7, 2021Manifestation in the constellations (a poem) Infuse it with a little humor / Angered by the teasing voice / The bomb's gift for us
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Tuesday, April 5, 2016Fishing the red herring A party of fishermen braving the high seas to catch a red herring in support Bernie's chances. 
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Monday, December 4, 2023On the dying leaf: sand-blasted commentary on events followed by "notes on this poem". Tried to read / Sister, I am thirsty / The buses are still burning / Indeed, there is nothing / Affectionate and sociable / On this pitted road
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Thursday, October 1, 2020The little bird When we are little, animals trust us, come closer and are more responsive. As we mature and we think we are so superior to them they keep their distance. When we are older they begin to trust us again.
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Monday, February 15, 2016Gun tales of a pacifist Guns of innocence, guns of experience, guns that never should have been fired, and why I, a pacifist, love the smell of gunpowder.
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Thursday, December 17, 2015Bestiary, the old gang The animals compare notes about human beings.
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Tuesday, May 7, 2019Back to Rome (Written in the kitchen at The Lodge, 5 AM, Inis Mor, the day of our departure) The United States never felt more like Ancient Rome to me than it does now, and Ireland never felt more like my spiritual home than when were were staying on Inis Mor.
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Sunday, February 7, 2016Trophy Hunting Poet / pacifist walks us through the reality, i.e., the fantasy, of big game trophy hunting.
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Monday, November 23, 2020Open Covid letter from a white middle class guy whose luck of birth has run out but that's OK This started out as a letter to the family but it can also be addressed to the larger family. It's hard to get a grip on what we are facing but I it's fair to say that there is finally a light at the end of the tunnel, albeit (pardon the mixed metaphors) first we have a gale to sail through. 
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Monday, April 15, 2024Prana: it's not a big deal. Just breathe. Make this a practice, see what happens, share what happens. It doesn't matter who we are or what we think 
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Monday, December 18, 2023Endangered Are they back yet? / are they ack yet? / Are they back yet?
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Monday, January 4, 2016Just a few questions Poem inspired by John Cage's question to John Lennon after he demonstrated his singing voice to Lennon: "Did you like it?" When I wrote this poem I imagined Cage asking some of these questions with me. 
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Sunday, April 14, 2019If I was god, on my day off The poet gives himself permission to write a light poem, imagining what kind of city he would create if he had the power. The photo is the first image that came up for South Street in Philadelphia, which has a history of managing to maintain its livable, likable character through waves of development, albeit it does have a Whole Foods market that looks like it was lowered from a helicopter. 
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Monday, April 22, 2024How to travel light (with Einstein's blessing) followed by footnote Then you clear your mind / And focus on what may come./ Then you let go 
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Sunday, April 21, 2024When they land Will we be around / To greet our saviors from a distant star / To witness the passing of the torch / To a larger brain? 
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Thursday, March 7, 201920th and last installment of "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 20th and last installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music". The book will be available later in March. 
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Saturday, May 4, 2024A parable explaining why we have endless war The Heimlich maneuver was not discovered by Henry Heimlich in 1974 as we are told, 
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Tuesday, May 7, 2024Stalking the god of war followed by a reflection on wolves and walkabouts I am looking into the distance and I see the god of war / Limping across the land. 
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Friday, May 10, 2024Call to therapists and healers: How to expand your practice -- give it away followed by a reflection If you have been paying attention, /Which I know you have,/You know that people are hurting.
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Sunday, May 12, 2024A kind of Mothers' Day Poem -- "The Elephant in the tree' I prayed for Putin and Ukraine and myself./ And got a dream for all my trouble. 
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Sunday, May 12, 2024Happy Mothers' Day -- Remembering Julia Ward Howe The original Mother's Day came about / As a response of women to the horrors of the Civil War / And the Franco-Prussian War Page 1 of 33 First Last Back Next 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 View All |
