Poems from DE Navarro

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David Eric (D.E.) Navarro, author, poet, essayist and editor, is a poet-philosopher of the pure land school of haiku. He is also a clinical research medical writer and copy editor as well as a biblical research scholar and teacher. He moved to Tucson, Arizona in 2018 to finally settle down after 40 years of roaming around the globe. He holds a B.S. in Interdisciplinary Studies (emphasis on arts and humanities) with Purdue University, and has degrees in Communications and Theology. His love of poetry and the writing arts started at age 8. A collection of his poetry was first published in the 1980 Winter Issue of the Purdue Exponent Literary Edition and many of his poems, essays, and articles have been published in various magazines, venues, and journals ever since, including the NY Literary Magazine, Miracle Magazine, Poetry Festival, and Better Than Starbucks; and in anthologies such as Between Life and Language, Ingram Publishing, 2009, The Black Rose of Winter, Lost Tower Publications, 2014, the Bukowski Erasure Anthology, Silver Birch Press, 2015, and Com-pen-di-um, CA Gallagher, 2016. He is author of 6 volumes of poetry, his latest being A Tree Frog's Eyes: Haiku, Blurb San Francisco, 2020. He is Founder of NavWorks Press and the Pure Land School of Haiku, and originator of the online We Write Poetry forums where he teaches poetry and haiku and enjoys mentoring new poets and writers. He also did a series of in-person poetry workshops for the public library system in Tuscaloosa, Alabama from 2007-2010. He is very involved in a number of online poetry and haiku groups and communities on various social media. For more information about his work and to see all the things he is involved in, please see his website at https://www.de-navarro.com. For a list of his books, see his Amazon Author Page at https://www.amazon.com/David-E-Navarro/e/B00H55NBIQ/.
Liquid bodiesfluid mindswhy not heartsthat freely pour?They congeallike Jell-O on ice—for a timethen calcifyin reticent...
It’s up to us to make it workbut how can weif death holds sway?And yet I still say:no, waitone minute now, shut your eyessee it therein...
I lost another poemthis morningin the early airbetween my home and my carI failed to net itput it in my poem jarit flew awaywill it be...
No hawk ever spoke onthermodynamicsyet they soar on columns of air—Sometimes I see the pillars in the sky(a colonnade of winds)I enter in...
So many thingsI'd never doare done and that is allthese many thingsI hate I've doneare done—I can't recall;But if I couldgo back in...

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