June 2021
Bio Note: I live in Seattle, but grew up in the Bay Area. Went to school in England for a year. Graduated from San Diego State. Love that place. Great film classes with Tom Nelson. Philosophy with Ray Jordan. I think Ray passed on. Relocated to the cool northwest because I'm made of cloud and was drying out in the southwest, but don't get me wrong, I love the heat! I avoided publishing for a loooong time, just wanting to enjoy writing on its own. But publishing began to have its benefits both professionally and personally.
Chosen One
Coming home from shoplifting,
something in a hedgerow caught my eye,
and reaching in I found a plastic sword,
like Arthur and the Lady of the lake,
so I pulled it out and held it in the light,
not knowing yet who Arthur was
nor the kingdom I would rule.
Patience is My Weapon
This day will never have a date.
How is that possible? you ask.
Better to ask, where are we?
Feeling the breeze from a door
opening somewhere before we are
anywhere you could point to and say, here—
Dream House
The rocks throw their long
shadows down the beach
Crank up the technicolor
and the strings
I feel you but I can’t see you
yet
I take the incoming waves on my hands
so know that I am building
the most beautiful home in my mind
for the day you arrive
©2021 Douglas Cole
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