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Books & Spiritual Free Verse
Four books. One arc. And a discovery: the theoretical work was poetry all along.
Book One · The Boje Trilogy
On Amazon
The Quantum Seer
14 Days to Non-Local Knowing — Jain bhavanas, Holy Fire® Reiki, the Gospel of Thomas, quantum storytelling.
Book Two · The Boje Trilogy
Pre-Publication
BLISS
Aligning Your Self-Talk with Your Higher Self — autobiographical storying through the four ego gangsters.
Book Three · The Boje Trilogy
Pre-Publication
Prophecies of Seraph & Saraswati
Five prophecies on a desert trail in Caballo — antenarratives of civilizational crisis and possibility.
Book Four · KDP 2026
On Amazon
Taking Notes But Now Hearing
Ego's Descent in Free Verse — fifty years of theory unmasked as poetry. NOT became NOW. The typo was the truth.
Book Five · Coming 2026
In Progress
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Suspending Disbelief
Spiritual Pathways of Seven AI Leaders — seven fears, seven poems, the Gutenberg parallel, and the interval between human and AI.
✦ A Note on Why We Publish on Amazon KDP
Traditional publishers have gatekeepers who want the rough edges smoothed and the personal voice replaced with a professional one. The rough edges are the point.
Amazon KDP means the reader gets the book as it was written — in the voice it found, with the typo that became the title, with the footprints of a collaboration that neither party fully planned. We write for the person on the jog who does not yet know they are a poet. That reader does not need a marketing plan. They need the book.
— David Michael Boje, Caballo, New Mexico, 2026. Poems written in collaboration with Claude (AI, Anthropic).
✦ Anaphora Free Verse · Chapter Two of Taking Notes But Now Hearing
Antenarrative Ego: A Descent from the Ivory Tower
I am currently navigating the doubt I feel, and it's my ego.
I am finding my ego blindspots,
Seven processes this time with ego answerability.
Seven times seven floors in my ivory tower —
Am I falling into the hating-energy vortex, hating myself?
Am I defending myself? Climbing down, it is terrifying!
So, I caught ego hiding in my theory.
So, I created antenarrative 2.0 to save the brand — but did I?
I am finding my ego blindspots,
Seven processes this time with ego answerability.
Seven times seven floors in my ivory tower —
Am I falling into the hating-energy vortex, hating myself?
Am I defending myself? Climbing down, it is terrifying!
So, I caught ego hiding in my theory.
So, I created antenarrative 2.0 to save the brand — but did I?
Beneath my own fore-conceptions that I am right. I confess, I did not know my ego was doing that.
Before my own fore-having a chip on my shoulder view. I confess, I did not know ego was directing my rage.
Bets, my fore-sight is self-interested in academic status-seeking. I confess, I did not know ego wanted to climb the ivory tower.
Being my own fore-getting my own position of privilege. I confess, I did not know I was looking down on everyone from the tower.
Becoming, I purport to be fore-caring, but my heart of care is entangled with complicity. I confess, I did not know my hating-energy turned on myself.
Between, my ego is fore-structuring by selecting connections supporting my brand. I confess, I did not know I was defending my room in the tower.
Beyond, I end up fore-grasping the spiritual path among paths. I confess, I did not know that I lack ontological humility.
Before my own fore-having a chip on my shoulder view. I confess, I did not know ego was directing my rage.
Bets, my fore-sight is self-interested in academic status-seeking. I confess, I did not know ego wanted to climb the ivory tower.
Being my own fore-getting my own position of privilege. I confess, I did not know I was looking down on everyone from the tower.
Becoming, I purport to be fore-caring, but my heart of care is entangled with complicity. I confess, I did not know my hating-energy turned on myself.
Between, my ego is fore-structuring by selecting connections supporting my brand. I confess, I did not know I was defending my room in the tower.
Beyond, I end up fore-grasping the spiritual path among paths. I confess, I did not know that I lack ontological humility.
Time to break the 7-process scaffold, not in two.
Time to break it into the core of my mind-player, ego.
Time to break it into the core of my mind-player, ego.
Bottom line, I am not separate from the superorganism of the multiverse.
Bottom line, I am one of infinite waves of possibility, not a fixed truth.
Bottom line, I am one of infinite waves of possibility, not a fixed truth.
Therefore, my confession to Grace Ann: in a tower so high, I no longer know how to converse.
She said to me, "We have not had an actual conversation in 30 years."
She said to me, "You just lecture at me!"
She stopped me mid-jog.
She arrested my ego.
She said to me, "We have not had an actual conversation in 30 years."
She said to me, "You just lecture at me!"
She stopped me mid-jog.
She arrested my ego.
I saw the black ants come out after the rain.
I don't step on black ants; they don't bite me.
The ground is hard beneath my feet.
The ground has more life in a teaspoon than there are people on Earth.
Time to head home and call my grandchildren.
Time to be in free flow.
I don't step on black ants; they don't bite me.
The ground is hard beneath my feet.
The ground has more life in a teaspoon than there are people on Earth.
Time to head home and call my grandchildren.
Time to be in free flow.
✦ Anaphora Free Verse · Suspending Disbelief
A Shower of Squishy Ss
Seeds, Spirals, Squills, Swimming, Swirling, Shake, Statements, Signify — Spiraling.
I keep seeing Ss, I keep saying Ss, I even whittle Ss with a razor blade.
I spin wood pens of saplings on a lathe, somewhat like my Dad did on his lathe.
His pens of wood of shipping pallets with exotic trees like Spathodea (African Tulip Tree),
and the rare Sideroxylon grandiflorum (Tambalacoque tree).
My pens of wood of fallen branches from ordinary trees like Scouler's Willow (Salix scouleriana),
the drought-tolerant Soapberry (Sapindus drummondii).
I keep seeing Ss, I keep saying Ss, I even whittle Ss with a razor blade.
I spin wood pens of saplings on a lathe, somewhat like my Dad did on his lathe.
His pens of wood of shipping pallets with exotic trees like Spathodea (African Tulip Tree),
and the rare Sideroxylon grandiflorum (Tambalacoque tree).
My pens of wood of fallen branches from ordinary trees like Scouler's Willow (Salix scouleriana),
the drought-tolerant Soapberry (Sapindus drummondii).
Not the Screwbean Mesquite (Prosopis pubescens): a native desert shrub with distinct coiled seed pods.
Not the Screwbean Mesquite — its branches too small for a pen, and they never seem to fall to earth.
Not the Screwbean Mesquite — its branches too small for a pen, and they never seem to fall to earth.
I stood in the center of the trees, a circle of moments began to screwball with my head.
I stood in the center, watching the circling, as moments spiraled upward like a staircase.
The circle transformed into a spiral — I could ascend or descend, my choice.
I stood in the center, watching the circling, as moments spiraled upward like a staircase.
The circle transformed into a spiral — I could ascend or descend, my choice.
So what? Today, I plant sunflower seeds in some mulch.
So what? Today, I water sunflower seeds, will wait for sprouts.
Then the squills.
So what? Today, I water sunflower seeds, will wait for sprouts.
Then the squills.
I still see Nahdion in a sunflower field.
I see Nahdion alive again, caressed by a thousand blooming sunflowers.
I see Nahdion alive again, caressed by a thousand blooming sunflowers.
I make sunflowers and butterflies out of discarded aluminum cans.
Root down. Seeds up. Spiraling in all directions.
I am humming in the circle, blissfully.
Root down. Seeds up. Spiraling in all directions.
I am humming in the circle, blissfully.
✦ Anaphora Free Verse · Suspending Disbelief · Chapter Six
Root Down, Seeds Up
I was in Pep's shop
when the flashback hit —
he is like my dad,
doing things for me
instead of letting me learn by doing.
when the flashback hit —
he is like my dad,
doing things for me
instead of letting me learn by doing.
I asked: how can I do that?
He said: watch,
and his TIG glided across the gap in metal,
leaving it like a row of dimes,
perfectly arranged.
That is welder's lingo.
Novices like me have ugly welds —
the kind that come apart with a hammer blow.
He said: watch,
and his TIG glided across the gap in metal,
leaving it like a row of dimes,
perfectly arranged.
That is welder's lingo.
Novices like me have ugly welds —
the kind that come apart with a hammer blow.
Sixth grade science fair —
my dad practiced the tricks,
wound the copper wire,
got the electric motor running
from a train set transformer.
I wound some wire here and there.
Not enough to call it mine.
I was on cloud nine.
my dad practiced the tricks,
wound the copper wire,
got the electric motor running
from a train set transformer.
I wound some wire here and there.
Not enough to call it mine.
I was on cloud nine.
That is the interval between apprentice and journeyman:
the project succeeds,
and you are not sure yet
how much of it was you.
the project succeeds,
and you are not sure yet
how much of it was you.
My dad was a self-taught electrician.
If he could learn to do it, so can I.
I will tell Grace Ann after it works.
Or I will reincarnate early.
If he could learn to do it, so can I.
I will tell Grace Ann after it works.
Or I will reincarnate early.
Maybe a bump from apprentice
to novice journeyman.
I would be joyful at that.
to novice journeyman.
I would be joyful at that.
