Author's Note: After a cardboard box full of poems on scratch paper plus almost twenty 6" x 9.5" spiral notebooks, the old monk seems to be slowing his output. That is to say, though the old monk may be wobbling his way away, there are still an awful lot of these poems yet to see the light of day. We are typing them up as we can and will keep sharing. Not that the old monk worries too much about it. Blessings to all, he says.

Nothing comes apart
quite like everything,
the old monk said.

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I measure poetry
against the way
my people talked,
the old monk said.

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Sometimes it's enough
just to turn the words
inside out,
the old monk told
the poet.

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