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a turtle sniffs
a box turtle shell
of blue spotted turtles
* * *
life out of a silly overnight bag
is getting me disoriented as much as sleeping
peasants with Mrs. Kerry form a turtle shell squall line
behind golden marsh hay, life out of a silly
overnight bag is disorienting
the sleeping peasants with Mrs. Kerry on a turtle shell
a squall line behind golden marsh hay life
out of a silly overnight bag has me disoriented
with sleeping peasants or Mrs. Kerry
on a turtle shell squall line behind golden marsh hay
waiting to dive to the river woven into a pouch
a turtle sniffs a petroglyph figure squall line
of blue spots painted on sunglasses
with slumber waiting to dive to the river
a petroglyph figures sunglasses woven into a pouch
are a squall line sleeping with the turtle
sniffing blue spots painted into waiting
that dives to the river petroglyph figure
sleeping behind sunglasses in a box
woven into a pouch a turtle sniffs
the awaited dive to the river
squall line of blue spots
paints a petroglyph figure on sunglasses
woven into a pouch with a squall line
of sleeping blue turtles sniffing a spotted box
~*~
Poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson
To see all 50 Preludes & Fugues, click here.
ballet dancer en point in imitation of Winged Victory
upholding her billowing banner
long-winged owl in flight
the double-yellow banded highway
entering green Romance
safe and dry before the deluge
will she dive into the pool
or just jump
after posing with her arms outstretched
“overwhelmed” or “swamped” fits the bill better these days
or remains locked up within synapses of thy cranium and heart
the little mysteries complicate our existence
give it minor excitement or turmoil
behind the apricot, white grape, and plum tomato
sake labels
a long flat stone
spans the meandering pond
of a Japanese garden
passing the gift-energy
oh, how you, too, bound eastward
this scream
from cascading streams
together, on fragile new wings
surely left out some news
to find rumors about us subsiding
Poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson
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in a salt marsh
in a lush gorge
against a glacier
* * *
at sunrise twelve horses
set out far below
a totem pole at sunrise in a salt marsh
horses set out below a totem pole
of twelve waterfowl trumpeting
at sunrise, yes, twelve horses
set out far below waterfowl
in a salt marsh
graze for yourself in a lush gorge
the agenda opens rhododendron
or a bald eagle on ash-covered slope
growling, yes, rhododendron openly graze
in a lush gorge under the bald eagle
the agenda of fish covering a slope
there, the rhododendron blooms
growl in the lush night, in its gorge
the agenda you graze, hovering
no bald eagle on ash-covered slope
growls its agenda on ash-covered
rhododendron grazing into night
~*~
Poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson
To see all 50 Preludes & Fugues, click here.
a woman in an improbable hoop skirt
and headscarf
lights a wall of candles
salmon-colored bands on a wall, plus a solar diagram
and an Elizabethan woman
black chair, as two birds flying in opposite directions
as she reads her book
in a balloon, the fog
handbag and coffee New York
Poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson
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in the dune of the black-eyed Susan
a schedule diametrically opposed to my own
* * *
a stargazer adjusts a pile of broken
shell and black-eyed Susan polished by sea-spray
in the dune behind an urchin
adjusting broken shell, the black-eyed Susan
polished by mist, the blanched dune
kelp adjusting a pile of broken shell
and black-eyed Susan polished
by surf sweeping along the dune
an astronomer adjusts a schedule diametrically opposed
to purple shoreline in the type case of shells and dull-edged
glass where my own pile of green stones in the box of shells
pile up a schedule diametrically opposed to dull-edged glass
the purple astronomer adjusts the typeface in case
shoreline shells pile his green-stone telescope somehow
diametrically opposed to any heavenly schedule he attempts
tuning the dull-edged glass of my own type case of shells
piles in a schedule diametrically opposed to dull-edged
green stones along shoreline where I’ve set my own telescope
~*~
Poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson
To see all 50 Preludes & Fugues, click here.
a well-crafted turbine
a flower in bloom
the blades of a large jet engine
a honeycomb exhaust fan
no stops for granola bars
this anatomy of a rippling stone in the stream, a fingerprint
no monkeys
in the Squirrel Temple
Poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson
To see the full set of Partitas, click here.
ceramic dragon as a weed patch with teeth
you, me, it
don’t forget the oyster crackers
* * *
the repose of an attic ceramic dragon
papered in autumn foliage of a white T-shirt
and four blue candles caps a corner mattress
with weeds and a sequoia the attic room reposes
in a white T-shirt, a blue cap feeds on a corner mattress
the tile dragon ignites four candles with weeds
a sequoia papers autumn foliage over the reposing feed
that rooms in a white T-shirt and blue feed cap
a repairman walks past a weed patch
with teeth in white shorts
climbing a gray windmill two people
walk past as weeds with teeth patch
white shorts on two people climbing
a gray windmill repairman walks past
two people in white shorts and gray
windmill teeth climb a weed patch
in a corner in a weed mattress and sequoia
four candles won’t forget the oyster crackers
nor tile ceramic dragon papered in autumn foliage
all the repose of an attic room of four candles fed
a white T-shirt and blue feed cap a mattress
corners a tile ceramic dragon with weeds
and a sequoia papered in autumn foliage feed
don’t forget the oyster crackers atop four candles
~*~
Poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson
To see all 50 Preludes & Fugues, click here.
a rabbit in a bow-tie and party hat
laughs at a departing alligator
people holding umbrellas float over the stage
drowning the kittens as an adult act of mercy
people in yellow raincoats
floating under pink umbrellas
set against clouds
the woodcut sheep now resemble Georgia
a plain chair topped by a salmon-fish rung
a flock of sheep already dyed
twenty-two pigs come singing on the bare ground
“Simple Gifts” in operatic voice
a woodcut of a full stream laughing through a birch forest
Poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson
To see the full set of Partitas, click here.


The rear of the stone structure supporting the Memorial to Robert Gould Shaw Memorial and the Massachusetts 54th Regiment is worth a close examination in its own right. Engraved here are the names of the soldiers, most of them from humble beginnings and circumstances, who would otherwise be lost to history if not for their heroic service and sacrifice.
Boston is a rich and varied destination – the Hub of New England, or the Universe, as they used to say. Living a little more than an hour to the north, we’re well within its orb.