by Dirk Johnson | Jul 23, 2019 | Poem
What wasWhat was between you and meWhat wasn’tWhat wasn’t between you and meWhat is what isn’tBetween me and you The abstractionThe memoryOf what we wereAnd were not Identities of questionable provinceWith or without papersHistrionics tears...
by Dirk Johnson | Apr 4, 2019 | Narrative Sketch, Poem, Rhosonny
The beat of the pulse is the same as that of the heart;of course, it is variable in speed. ~Arnold Dolmetsch, The Interpretation of the Music of the 17th and 18th Centuries Everywhere, always, there was rhythm. The world and its contents: rhythm and nothing...
by Dirk Johnson | Apr 4, 2019 | Narrative Sketch, Poem, Rhosonny
“No tools? Can’t help you.” It looked hopeless.He was already in the 40’s. Pearl, Worth,Broadway, Franklin, Broome, Bleeker, Jane,Somewhere in the West 20s, then around the blockFrom the Empire State, then 39th off ParkThe next now in the far...
by Dirk Johnson | Nov 21, 2018 | Dharma Poem, Poem
OM AH HUNG Completely free, serene lama,From the Essence, grant me confidence in the View,From the Nature, grant me perfection in meditation,From Compassion without bias, grant me progress in action. You who know, LamaDwelling in the innermost heartOf my precious...
by Dirk Johnson | Jan 12, 2018 | Poem
If you don’t know now, did you ever know? If you remember, did you ever not know? Did the same you remember and forget? How many? One moment? Does any remember? When? Flash! Zigzag sunlight at midnight, then a Five pronged sky-rock Hurtled to liquid flame at...
