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  • Episode 21: Comprehend Yourself

    In the summer of 1991, I nearly drown at Deer Creek Reservoir near Heber City, Utah. My poem, Comprehend Yourself, is a summary of that event, and in this episode of The Poet (delayed), Mechelle Wingle and I discuss that poem and its meaning and meanings.

    COMPREHEND YOURSELF

    I know,

    As I floated above a watery grave -
    alone and exhausted,
    With no one aware and
    No strength to deliver myself
    That despite your worlds without number
    With their countless inhabitants,
    You knew
    And delivered me.

    I'd love to hear what you have to say about the episode including thoughts on the poetry and the topics that were discussed. You can email me at [email protected].

    My first book of poetry, My Mother Sleeps, is availabe for purchase at

    The King's English Bookshop

    and

    Amazon.com

    Cover Photo/header by Photo of the boy in the water by Noah Buscher on Unsplash

    Special Guest: Mechelle Wingle.

    1 hr 40 min
  • Episode 20: They Were Beacons Once

    THEY WERE BEACONS ONCE

    They are out there.

    You know them by their void,
    Their masks of nothingness.
    But they are something and voracious –
    Consuming, in large amounts,
    Everything
    Completely
    Their prey rage in vain
    Then submit in silence;
    No distress signals sent –
    Even sound is consumed (and light)
    In their dark bellies.
    But they were beacons once
    And they shined.

    Addiction can be so consuming that it turns shining people into metaphorical black holes. It has the power, with drugs and alcohol, at least, to destroy people so completely that we eventually "know them by their void,/their masks of nothingness."

    Thoreau wrote: “There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root.” This profound statement has its application in the struggle with addiction. In order to effectively take one’s life back, it is important to understand what addiction is and what it’s primary causes are so that we can strike at its root rather than just hacking at its branches.

    Hungarian-Canadian physician, Gabor Maté defined addiction as follows:

    "Any behavior that a person finds relief in and therefore craves in the short-term, but suffers negative consequences in the long-term and doesn't give up despite the negative consequences."

    Importantly, Dr. Maté also explains that addiction is not a moral failure or an indication of weakness. “Addiction is not the primary problem. It’s an attempt to solve a problem.”

    In this episode of The Poet (delayed), I'm joined by Las Vegas based therapist, Brad Singletary as we read my poem, "They Were Beacons Once," and have a discussion about addiction, its cause and recovery.

    I'd love to hear what you have to say about the episode including thoughts on the poetry and the topics that were discussed. You can email me at [email protected].

    My first book of poetry, My Mother Sleeps, is availabe for purchase at

    The King's English Bookshop

    and

    Amazon.com

    Special Guest: Brad Singletary, LCSW.

    Links:

    • Everything You Think You Know About Addiction is Wrong by Johann Hari
    — The opposite of addiction isn't sobriety. The opposite of addiction is connection.
  • How Childhood Trauma Leads to Addiction by Gabor Mate
  • — Addiction: Any behavior that a person finds relief and therefore craves in the short-term, but suffers negative consequences in the long-term and doesn't give up despite the negative consequences.
  • Gabor Mate Discusses Addiction, including the cause and approaches to recovery
  • — "Addiction is not a choice that anybody makes; it's not a moral failure; it's not an ethical lapse; it's not a weakness of character; it's not a failure of will, which is how our society depicts addiction nor is it an inherited brain disease, which is how the medical tendency is to see it but what it actually is is it's a response to human suffering."
  • The Alpha Quorum
  • — Brad Singletary and I discussed this men's group he started during this episode of The Poet (delayed)
  • Faces of Addiction
  • 1 hr 6 min
  • Episode 19: Dark Canopy

    It’s safe to assume that we all suffer from bouts of depression at times. As Neil Diamond sang:

    Song sung blue

    Everybody knows one

    Song sung blue

    Every garden grows one.

    Me and you are subject to

    The blues now and then

    "Song Sung Blue," Neil Diamond

    And, while more often than not, most of us have been able to take Neil’s advice to “take the blues and make a song [and] sing them out again,” whether metaphorically or literally, some of us have suffered or are suffering through depression so deep and encompassing that song is unable to penetrate and the desire to even sing a song is, at best, like a drop of water on a hot skillet, and, at worst, a stomach turning, repulsive thought, and that is a scary and dangerous place to be. In those times, it’s especially vital that we are able to notice the signs in ourselves and others and then reach out for help or reach out to help, respectively. Because, in those times, we can lose the ability to lift ourselves up. We lose the ability to put a smile on our face. We lose the ability to have an attitude of gratitude. And so, we need to be lifted up, and we need to lift up. In the words of Townes Van Zandt:

    If I needed you

    Would you come to me?
    Would you come to me?
    And ease my pain?

    If you needed me

    I would come to you
    I would swim the seas
    For to ease you pain

    If I Needed You, Townes Van Zandt

    In this episode, Jackie Pack and I discuss depression, situational and clinical (major depressive disorder) including what differentiates them. We discuss ways that we can help ourselves and each other as we pass through those days, weeks, months or years when we feel hopelessness covering us.

    "He Ain't Heavy He's My Brother" by Neil Diamond

    "If I Needed You" by Townes Van Zandt

    Dark Canopy

    Hopelessness covers me:

    Like a forest canopy
    On a moonless night
    It covers me.
    I see no way or path
    To deliver myself.
    And the darkness:
    It fills my eyes.
    And they are unable to see
    The torchlight
    Of rescuers who may approach.
    All is black and dead.
    Every gleam is only a phantom.
    And the only variations in light
    Are darker shadows
    Waiting to finish me off
    For good.

    I'd love to hear what you have to say about the episode including thoughts on the poetry and the topics that were discussed. You can email me at [email protected].

    My first book of poetry, My Mother Sleeps, is availabe for purchase at

    The King's English Bookshop

    and

    Amazon.com

    Special Guest: Jackie Pack, LCSW, CSAT-S, CMAT.

    1 hr 41 min
  • Episode 18: I'm a Poet

    I've come to believe that those works of literature and poetry that have stood the test of time have more to offer those seeking a meaningful life than all the self help books in the world. They have the ability to bypass the protective walls that so many of us build around our gentle, scared and vulnerable hearts - those walls that stand firm and umoveable in the face of seeming frontal assaults by the well meaning self help books (which, tellingly, often reference those works to make their point). This is so, it seems, because they speak to us through stories and myths that set themselves in our hearts and minds - ready for recall when we are ready to learn, much like Christ's reason for teaching in parables: He that hath ears to hear, let him hear.

    Also, I believe that the reason these great works of literature and poetry persist is because they were inspired by and deal with the human condition - the basics of which remain constant as evidenced by the fact that the adventures of Odysseus still permeate our culture, whether in print, on stage or on film ("O, Brother Where are Thou?" - classic) more than 2,500 years after Homer handed them down. "The Odyssey" and "The Illiad" persist because the same passions that ran through the veins of Homer run through ours and, more importantly, he, like the great writers throughout history, had the gift to genuinely infuse that passion into his stories and characters. ("East of Eden" in my hands or probably in most hands, for instance, wouldn't have even found a publisher, but in Steinbeck's hands, we were given as powerful a story/lesson as I've ever read.) So, we feel their pain with defeat and their joy with victory. We relate when they stumble and fall from grace, and as a result, we don't feel so alone in our brokenness.

    The same can be said for the enduring stories, poems and mythologies of all cultures: they endure because they resonate with our humanity and they remind us what it means to be human. And then, when we are ready, we can find in them comfort or learning or both as has so many people before us.

    In episode 18 of The Poet (delayed), read my poem, "I'm a Poet" and I am joined by Salt Lake City based author, poet, editor and my new friend, Jennifer Adams. I read my poem, "I'm a Poet," and Jen and I discuss the power of literature and poetry as well as her newest of book, "All's Right With the World," inspired by Robert Browning's poem, Pippa's Song, which will be released March 7, 2023. It can be pre-purchased at

    The King's English Bookshop

    and

    Barnes and Noble

    I'M A POET

    I'm a wordsmith.

    Wielding my Montblanc hammer
    On my Moleskine anvil.
    I shape words and forge them together.
    Quenching them in my inky oil to temper them.
    To make them hard for breaking souls.

    I'm a word weaver.

    Weaving on my parchment loom,
    I guide the weft threads of metaphors
    Through taut warp threads of nouns and verbs.
    Resulting in a strong, velvety weave
    For binding up broken souls.

    I'm a painter.

    My palette is full of words for mixing:
    Some fresh and liquid, some dry and hard.
    At times I work them smooth and technical
    (Vermeer in verse).
    Other times raw and passionate
    (Van Gogh in verse)
    Each painting with an Abrahamic number of interpretations.

    I'm a wordsmith

    I'm a weaver
    I'm a painter
    I'm a poet.

    I'd love to hear what you have to say about the episode including thoughts on the poetry and the topics that were discussed. You can email me at [email protected].

    If you're interested, my first book of poetry, My Mother Sleeps is available for purchase at

    Amazon.com

    and

    The King's English Bookshop

    Special Guest: Jennifer Adams.

    58 min
  • Episode 17: She is Steady and She Waits

    On April 11, 1984, my family moved to Bountiful, Utah from Ramstein Air Base in Germany. My mom had just passed away a few days earlier. One of the first orders of business when we got to Bountiful, was to enroll me and my siblings in school. I was enrolled at Hannah Holbrook Elementary School for the last couple of months of 4th grade, and was assigned to Ms. Boulton’s class. I don’t remember much from those couple of months nor do I really remember meeting anyone at the time other than a few friends who lived close to my house, John Mayer, for instance – but not that John Mayer. But in my class was a girl named Allison Coombs (now Spencer). We didn’t spend time together or hang out per se. In fact, I don’t have any memories of her. But last June, she friended me on Facebook and I knew her name and I knew her face immediately. She’s told me since that she doesn’t have any memories of me either – I was just the boy who came and went. In the months since, she has commented on a few of my posts and has been very kind and encouraging to me about my poetry and my podcast. And I’ve learned a few things about her as we’ve reconnected a friendship neither of us remembered having.

    Among the things I’ve learned is that in November 2021, Allison was diagnosed with Stage 2 Unfavorable Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. (By the way, “unfavorable”? Who comes up with these terms, soccer match announcers? - “That was unlucky!”) But as terrifying as that was, she rose up to battle and, with the help of family, friends and competent medical providers, she waged battle as a head shorn warrior and the cancer is now in remission.

    And now, nearly 39 years after we became (apparently) forgettable classmates, Allison joined me on The Poet (delayed) to discuss the topic of “truth” and ways in which her experience with cancer has shaped the lens through which she sees the world.

    I'd love to hear what you have to say about the episode including thoughts on the poetry and the topics that were discussed. You can email me at [email protected].

    If you're interested, my first book of poetry, My Mother Sleeps, is available at:

    Amazon.com

    The Kings English Bookshop

    Special Guest: Allison Spencer.

    1 hr 1 min
  • Episode 16: Nirvana

    Nirvana

    I crave silence - clear and still,

    And darkness too.
    So complete
    My body melds with it
    Erasing the line where
    Darkness ends and I begin.
    I crave nothingness.

    I was joined by Monte Wingle as I read my poem, Nirvana, and we discussed thoughts and ideas that came. Also, in the spirit of craving nothingness, we visited True Rest Float Spa to experience their float tank and see how close we could get to nothingness.

    True REST Draper

    Cover photo by: Lenka Sluneckova

    Music: Prelude 2, by Max Richter

    USA National Suicide Hotline (voice and text): 988

    UK Suicide Hotline: 08006895652

    I'd love to hear what you have to say about the episode including thoughts on the poetry and the topics that were discussed. You can email me at [email protected].

    If you're interested, I recently published my first book of poetry which is available at the following place:

    Amazon.com

    The Kings English Book Shop

    Special Guest: Monte Wingle.

    1 hr 2 min
  • Episode 15: Terrible Potential

    TERRIBLE POTENTIAL

    I see it now

    For years I only sensed it
    Or saw the dissipating dust tails of its approach
    But it filled me with terror
    And there was no cover or protection
    So I ran
    As fast as my child stride could take me
    Not even knowing what it was –
    Only that it was coming
    But that made the fear so much more
    In my little mind
    So I ran harder
    Until I forgot why I was running –
    Only knowing that I couldn’t stop

    But I see it now

    Its shape is fluid and undefined
    And its terrible potential fills my mind
    I want to keep running – retreating
    But it won’t stop and
    It’s closing the gap and
    It’s more terrible than I ever thought
    But its real – I see it now
    And I know
    There’s no escape, there never was.
    But I want to keep running anyway
    Until it overtakes me
    I won’t see it coming; it will just happen and be done
    But my insufficient legs refuse to carry me anymore
    So I prostrate myself as an offering

    I know you’re coming, I whisper,

    And I offer myself willingly

    This is not defeat, I reassure myself

    Then lower my eyes
    And brace for its fury

    But my mind keeps moving – defiantly

    It knows truths that my body forgot
    And reminds me:

    You were born with claws

    And they’re with you still –

    And I remember and feel them

    They are deep, but I feel them and they are there
    So, I raise my body from the dirt and
    My eyes to the distance
    It is closer now – the gap disappearing
    But not my fear. My fear is growing
    (broadcast loudly by my beating heart)
    But I no longer want to run
    Nor offer myself willingly
    Instead, I watch it come and I wait – in fear, true
    But I wait to receive it
    And I steady myself.

    I have claws and I feel them

    And I will meet it face to face
    I have terrible potential too
    I feel it now.

    I'd love to hear what you have to say about the episode including thoughts on the poetry and the topics that were discussed. You can email me at [email protected].

    If you're interested, my poetry that I read on this podcast was recently published in my book My Mother Sleeps which is available at

    Amazon.com

    and

    The King's English Bookshop

    Special Guest: Justino Foster.

    1 hr 21 min
  • Episode 14: Beacons

    BEACONS

    In the days

    When my horizons shifted,
    I remember you and
    The gifts you brought to me:

    tenderness, love and protection.
    But in my youthful confusion,
    Knew not how to receive them –
    I had known them from a different horizon.
    But that horizon went dark in an instant
    (without warning)
    Though not entirely – there was protection still
    But love and tenderness,
    Those beacons were extinguished, it seemed,
    Until they flamed up again,
    But now on your horizon and
    (without waiting)
    You brought them to me –
    Unconditionally and ad infinitum.

    I'd love to hear what you have to say about the episode including thoughts on the poetry and the topics that were discussed. You can email me at [email protected].

    If you're interested, I recently published two books of poetry which are available on Amazon.com:

    My Mother Sleeps and On Becoming a Black Hole

    Special Guest: Aunt Kash.

    52 min
  • Episode 13: Inconsequential

    Inconsequential

    At what point is my absence

    Inconsequential?

    When they’re too young to know the need?

    (But that time is gone)

    Certainly not now

    In the midst of life’s straits
    With foamy waves pounding
    And hidden reefs lurking
    Beneath an angry, fluid surface.
    No; Not now.
    Now they need a captain
    (is that presumptuous?)
    Who has already navigated a similar course –
    though more Hazelwood than Magellan.
    (well, all Hazelwood and no Magellan)

    Perhaps that time will be

    When they’ve helmed their own ship.
    Is my absence inconsequential then?
    Can I cross the bar then?
    Of course they’ll think of me and perhaps
    Want to see my face and
    Hear my voice
    (or have me hear their voice and see their face)
    But would my absence harm them?
    in those later years?
    That is the question.

    But here’s the better question:

    Would my absence now
    be better than running them aground,
    again and again
    and taking on salty water to no seeming end?

    I’ve given it a go.

    But the ship lists endlessly and
    The course seems fucked.

    Would the idea of me

    Be better than the reality?
    That is the real question.

    No man is an Iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine owne were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.

    • John Donne, Meditation XVII (from Devotions Upon Emergent Occassions, 1623)
    • I'd love to hear any thoughts about the episode including thoughts on the poetry and the topics that were discussed. You can email me at [email protected].

      If you're interested, I recently published two books of poetry which are available on Amazon.com:

      My Mother Sleeps & On Becoming a Black Hole

      Special Guest: Jason Langston.

      53 min
    • Episode 12: The Remains of the Day

      I'd love to hear what your thoughts on the topics that were discussed in this episode. You can email me at [email protected].

      "The noble soul has reverence for itself." - Frederic Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil

      If you're interested, I recently published two books of poetry which are available on Amazon.com

      Special Guest: Nate Morris.

      1 hr 42 min

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