"kodiak" poems
the walls of the inside passage
look the same from sound to straight
tugs and plugs dot the coastline
as the quartermaster rolls
giving time for evening glare
pods are in sequence
as the high tail smashes and jaws at the krill
white bellies and sea cows bob and weave
as bow heads glide over haida gwaii
northern lights dance
and tlingit chant
as the tide settles softly on savory shores
their getting hungry in hoonah
as the blue back and beating drums
mark the life blood of the sea
driftwood nets
and sitka spruce
surround the cook house
ravens and tinhorns
man the scullery
kerosene lamps flicker
as clam shells roast
on open flames
villagers stroll
on pebbled sand
*in the harbor of souls
where ships set sail
on might and mass
into the steady winds
of the golden skies*
ice fields (to the north)
of kryptonite blue
cutting hills at
a glacial pace
knuckle clouds
above the snowline
where warlocks
craft a hidden trade
trappers, skinners
muscle shoals
grizzly feasts
in kodiak bowl
determined pilgrims
on a dead horse trail
in search of gold
the holy grail
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 11:52 PM UTC
From now on
there are no more excuses for you
not to become something great.
No more hesitation,
no more self-deception
and no more hiding from yourself.
If you can’t place trust within an oath to yourself,
then you are obsolete.
-
It may seem like wrestling a bear.
But the instant the kodiak lies slain at your feet,
armed with nothing but your bare hands.
You’ll know true metamorphosis,
true rebirth,
true strength
true power.
-
Grow strong,
or die with your face against the asphalt.
Fighters, fight.
I am Fenrir.
Born to destroy.
Give me darkness.
Give me that real sleep,
under blanket of oblivion.
N.H.
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 1:20 AM UTC
I made kodiak cakes this morning
On this beautiful Sunday morning
After I listened to the Gregorian chant of
The Benedictine Monks
Of Santo Domingo de Silos in Spain
Please enjoy some of my kodiak cakes Vicki
They are wholesome just like you
Yummm let's eat them together
Also there are some sliced apples
With a bit of Laura Scudders peanut butter too
These Kodiak cakes warm my heart
Just as your poems do
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC
In Uganik Bay that year the sun never set
I walked the long greening path to the dock
fireweed taller than I shooting summer's sky
Warmth of sun bringing lazy lily's leaning
Little waves splashed breaking cerulean blue
I waited the mail plane, pontooned it flew
Lulling oceans smooth you landed
with eyes that sailed me far-off island stranded
next to you
Float plane to carry us edging mountains, snowy, jagged
Dall sheep, perched asleep precariously rocky hung
Kodiak bears forded rivers we circled streaming on
Deep black kettle ponds no man to touch
snowy patches amid viridian lush
frozen, not to melt
our treasured days of flying
We met again at Hatcher's pass
with hearts to break as fragile glass
a part of love undying
Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 12:06 PM UTC
The hunter’s bullet lodges in my side
like the pin bones of salmon wedged
in the back of my throat.
My life balances on the border
between my favorite comfort foods,
and the blade of the taxidermist.
You would make me into a trophy,
gutted and cured to become an ornament,
in your seasonal hunting cabin.
Raw honeycomb, Caribou marrow,
salmon roe stuck to my tongue,
psalms of my home made flesh,
call me back into my survival
instincts for my sleeping children.
She who outruns deer & devours
strong bucks with antlers the size of sequoias
could not outrun the champion sprinter,
American made bullets.
But when you realize your rumpus
disturbed wild things, there is no time to reload.
You brought a potluck into the den
of a slumbering mother with cubs.
My teeth are agonizingly real
And my jaws are in your belly,
rooting for the lost rib of Adam.
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 1:01 PM UTC
I remember the day you Murdered the Yucca plant.
How you glowered over the sharp shredded remains of leaves and center stalk, which had once succeeded such tremendously large blossoms of which I was so fond of as a child.
Such determination in your hazel brown eyes.
I remember the Fable of the Avocado Sprout and the Squirrel.
The Parable of the Blonde Boy and the Crabapple Tree.
The Romance of the Mosquito and the Fly.
And best of all.
The Demise of the Kodiak and the Lioness.
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 9:08 PM UTC
psilocybin and peyote
transport me to the spirit lands
where I commune
with father bear
mother eagle
and grandfather time embodied
as a Kodiak bear
They tell me of the past
and hint me the future
but mostly they tell me
of the now
and the pain
thoughts come to me like rain
memories form but not remembered
I awake, refreshed with new knowledge
that shapes my outlook and ideas
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 5:33 PM UTC
I am from blades,
from Monster and Kodiak.
I am from the twilight skies on my rooftop.
Angled, Dangerous.
echoing low noftes bellow in the valley where I lay in pieces.
I am from the petals of the Oriental Cherries,
the eroded shoreline
that once safe sanctuary turned
to the eye of the hurricane
I'm from locking myself away from the arguements and
decorating my sister's grave with withered roses,
from Danielle and Grant.
I'm from the rip tides of grief and regret that follows my father,
and the lonesome, aged embrace of my brother,
from everything happens for a reason and
just keep fighting and maybe we'll be alright.
I'm from scorched dreams
And they've kept me afloat long enough
for me to locate and touch down in the shallows.
I'm from Irish, obvioulsy more then tipsy grandparents,
maple syrup rolls and Kool-Aid packets.
From the unfortunate instability of my brother's mountain bike
the speckled, flexed "glass" skin that holds my grandmothers spirit.
Tangled amongst the stinging nettles
Searing away all my past regrets
My background shocks my ground
Raising my cracked, frayed spirits to my spot that's atop the rooftop,
Getting lost in the city of constellations
I come from uncertain outcomes and fatally close calls.
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 8:14 PM UTC
Yes I'm looking for a female friend
Just a kind person to chat with
Women are so amazing
So kind and nurturing
So loving and compassionate
I have a few good friends but haven't been able to see them much
We could chat on gmail chat, or chat avenue
I love history and philosophy
I love golf and hiking
I enjoy practicing my putting
I hope you enjoy grapefruits like me
I usually almost always take my b vitamin
When we have them in the pantry
I love Kodiak Cakes
Whole grain wheat and whole grain oats
We can eat breakfast together
And then go on a hike together
I love you my friend I haven't met yet
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 10:00 PM UTC
Maxwell House jars
To punches traded for a planetary
Mars of all cleaved rock and desperation!!!
All sarcastic inspiration
Commemorates the deeding mobsters!!!
Hogger's mincing
Cahiers tinting
Grocery bag giveaways!!!
Make it tomorrow
Soldier
And thou might make it today!!!
Enjoy thy livings
Enjoy thy stay
For vacation is noones attire!!!!
Shelter in stormy lands
What is thy quilt?
Thou sheriff of sheen filth!!!!
Serene sessions
Cometh quickly and go,
Receiving to know one
In all and all in one!!!
Trigger fingers art ready to squeeze
Closer we gasp into the sun!!!
Earthly breeze
Middle earth ones!!!
How damning it is thou extorter....
Thou loiterer
Of pale grey cold nighted sweets!!!
Nose of fire
Deckage of wires
To fathomed Kodiak's
Of ink jets !!!
Wake up call hast finally sounded
Panther eye's wait to swindle!!!
Release knowledge
Release power of the toes
That fit in the sandal!!!
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 12:15 PM UTC
Human life
What's it all about
Eating, sleeping
Relaxing in the park
Maybe going on a hike today
I had Kodiak cakes yesterday
Had them today
I guess it would be nice
To go on a hike
With a woman
I'll go to the gym
Work out alone
After a certain time
I learned to just breathe
And relax
All of life
Is just one big vacation
Forget TGIF
Friday is the same
As Monday
It's all one
Big experiment
We are told
To crave
To one
To desire
And to strive
But there is absolutely
Nothing here
Listening to a podcast
Going to my job
Working out
It's really all
The same
Same empty program
And who would want
To live forever
Everything is falling
Falling away
Everything is decaying
Oh well
My body goes here
And then it goes there
I am a minimalist
It once occurred to me
That the world's
Most powerful nations
Will destroy the world
By beginning World War III
I heard someone say
Life is funny
It's just man
Repeating
The same mistakes
Over and over again
The human race
Won't change
Leaders will lead nations
Into war
The innocent population
Will suffer
Nothing new
I hope there is no
World War III
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 2:13 PM UTC
Misplacing all of the failed products. Longevity concerned, I care only for you.
The oak's mortar cages new flowers. The cabin's perimeter gives death to fallen seeds.
My eyes do not see.
Before I speak, our campfire will host a bear's curiosity.
With haste, flesh and bone become not. The smoke will linger.
I press my ear to each pipe and listen to dreams of fortune and misfortune unabsolved.
Pause. Witness the birth of my first love.
My eyes peer too deep. The line frays. Precious ink is spilled in effort to scribe this Fate once again.
The young doctor, eager to please, pulls my love too soon. My stillborn future. The ache grows strong.
Torture is to be with one. Tasting my every conquest as needles, replaced with each new draught.
Lost is the tunnel producing such ash. May its methods be forgotten.
Your cage soothes my body. Temporal souvenir to our nights shared in sweat.
Tell me you have a chance unspent. Love is never easy. Spending it in the backseats or in the inn, just tell me.
It takes a captain to steer this ship.
Avert your gaze to the husk of the Kodiak. Memory sparks conversation 'twixt us.
Past deeds taint her innocence. But the blackness never darkens when devouring light.
Enlightenment is nothing to speak of. Today is a peace. Close to battle my margin's leavings.
My breakings of the law. A wizard's construct.
My posture will retrieve your witness. Farewell my only sculpture. Veins misplaced.
Our poles are pure. Adversity in his age.
Separate from your image, fickle love.
All of these words to confess the revation of my sight restored. I always hope you've stayed true.
Perfect dream. Thieving silo. Joyous halo, how much stronger your ore will become.
Challenges in the hammering. Perceive the bitings of the fingernails. A day left alone.
Where am I these days? In a place far from worry.
In the wilderness. Or the sequestered stables of the city.
I may not speak again.
With this closer feeling I stray towards a life of acquisition.
Lead me my true love.
Grant me decay and mercifully first, your poison.
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 6:12 PM UTC
Country roads and old trails
Skin and scars
Her body and her breath
Love letters and kodiak film
Ashy sunsets
White walls
Blue eyes
Joy from the lyrics of a heart song
Peace in the buzz of fresh air
Sleep in a touch
Why dream at all when you’re my favorite thought
Love divided among the few
Cherished by us two
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 10:06 PM UTC