#bisonjack

[thejournalofbisonjack]

A Minor Flourish in the Periphery

.

Soon the right words

would come to him;

no doubt unexpectedly,

he thought;

delivered, perhaps,

by the gamboling child in

the lavender-stained dress

or the small pudgy man

walking his small pudgy

dog—unleashed and curious.

Words, without a care in the

world. No second thoughts.

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[presentsofmindhypnosis]

She imagined A life Where beauty Wasn’t her Disguise and She could Take off her Shoes and Dance unnoticed In a room where The music inside The walls was No longer A requiem, But a symphony — Her breath A sunlit Lullaby, and Her heartbeat A serenade. . This one breaks my heart and sets me free at the same time. Follow @jasonarmstrongbeck if you dig 💗 . #presentsofmind #imagine #bisonjack #openheart #growingpains #iseeyou #subconsciousmind #disguise #egodeath #pluto #transform #dance https://www.instagram.com/p/B3PR_NXJCuT/?igshid=1seo7hxfwkfv5

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[thejournalofbisonjack]

The Photograph

.

In a box of my mother’s things

is a small black and white

photograph of my mother and

father when they were young.

There is nothing written on

the back of the photograph;

no time or place or sentiment.

But it is summer and they are

sitting together, barefoot on

the beach, their arms wrapped

around each other, smiling

for the camera.

My mother is wearing a white

cotton dress and my father an

open-necked shirt and trousers

with the cuffs rolled up.

Everything else is out of focus;

a million truths briefly at rest.

The sun is high in the sky.

There are no shadows.

Who do I belong to now you

have gone—what should I do

with all this love—I write on

the back of the photograph.

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[thejournalofbisonjack]

A History of Love

.

A girl

walks into

the river.

A woman’s

body is

pulled from

the sea.

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[thejournalofbisonjack]

Oasis Coffee Shop

.

After all,

we are but

the echoes

of our ancestors

held together

by the fatal swoon

of a miracle.

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[thejournalofbisonjack]

The Editorial

.

Last night,

I walked home

along the curb

with my arms

stretched wide

as though it

were the same

tightrope that

had brought

me here from

childhood.

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[thejournalofbisonjack]

In memory of my mother. The references in this poem are ones she would understand and I hope that wherever she is now, she may to get to read this with a smile.

The Tall Grass

-

The hallway smelled

of disinfectant and sage

as though somewhere in

the numbering of days

they hoped to disguise

the wilderness.

The arrows on the wall

pointed to where I had

been told to go then

followed me into the tall

grass and grove of

redwood trees to a field

of purple flowers that

sloped down to a stream

where behind a curtain

made from motes of dust

my mother lay in a sunbeam.

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[thejournalofbisonjack]

The Swoon of Time

-

After all,

are we not

but the echoes

of a miracle,

held together by

the rhythms of

our own personal

mythologies and

the sound of a

reverberating bell.

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[thejournalofbisonjack]

Gravitate

.

Hopefully

one day we

will see each

other standing

alone at the edge

of our universe

and remember

that we were

once all made

of stardust.

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[thejournalofbisonjack]

Sailing Down the River

-

Sometimes

I might sound like

I know a few things

but, in truth,

whatever I have

learned along the way

has come from

the collision of my

own self-deception

and some kind of

unrelatable beauty.

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[thejournalofbisonjack]

Conveyance (thought for the day) . If you had the option of a one way ticket in a space ship or a one way ticket in a time machine, what would you choose?

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[thejournalofbisonjack]

The Telling

.

Before I try

to navigate

space and time

in an attempt

to tell the story

of this man’s life,

perhaps I should

begin with the

untelling—for

somewhere along

the way was the

exile of a boy’s

imagining.

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[thejournalofbisonjack]

Cuttings

.

As much as

I lament the loss

of our innocence,

I grieve more for

the loss of our guilt.

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[thejournalofbisonjack]

Hotel St Louis (24x28 print)

-

Let us

live our

lives as

vulnerable

metaphors;

magical

creatures,

forever

surrendering

ourselves

to the

universe.

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