Older, but none the wiser, Duke LaRance is still riding the High Country on the rolling plains along the Rocky Mountain Front of Northwestern Montana.  He owes many thanks to Steve and Impspired, as well as his hangout at All Poetry for helping him get his work into the cloud.  A classic underachiever, he never had any delusions about publishing book.  All he ever wanted was to be read, and has now found his platform and audience, in just three years.

Zen Mindlessness

Trying to achieve a sense 
of Zen Mindlessness
mind a blank slate, zero stimuli
no folds, a quivering blob of gelatin
a gray gelatinous mass

innumerable Separate Realities intrude
from all directions
from each dimension
from every Parallel Universe
everything swirling around me so fast
I am caught up and cast
like a die from the Hand of the Almighty
far beyond the realm of any probability 


each wormhole from every dimension
lines up in a terrifying conjunction
a personal pipeline, oh yes!  just for me! 
now sucked through all at an impossible speed
atomized, plunged through a Cosmic Sieve
towards three massive black holes
coming into conjunction 
to collide in deep space
with a collision that will 
further warp time

Revel

I revel in the immense 
silence of solitude,
in the glory 
of each morning sunrise,
a world changing,
yet standing still,
for just one intense, 
overwhelming nanosecond
that will last Forever.

Sweet Rose Haiku

I can picture you
In the glory of moonlight
Sweet Rose of Summer