For My Dear Friend Evan

A poem of tanka stanzas

Marcus aka Gregory Maidman
1 min readAug 28, 2024

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Poet’s photo of Evan and me not long after we met in this lifetime (how the fuck was I a virgin?)

music and lyrics
melt my face into a smile
tears flow as poet
types tanka without knowing
or care where it will land

serene grin matters all as Stevie Nicks sings about dreams
and I recall gazing upon ocean while two headphones beat as one

friends on ship of love
philia and agape
unconditional
what can be more platonic
than man’s love for a brother

not of same mother
or even father, cousins
they said and we cringed
their marriage could not bind us
more than the moments we’d shared

I could describe the details for my readers but this poem is for Evan. All I’ll say is I was listening to a playlist when the pullspiration to write this poem hit me. I love you, Evie Poo.

PS: For poet heathens, the second stanza is the purest form of tanka.

In Rama I create, with soul energy surging through my body, inspiring me and breathing wind into my sails.

Marcus (Gregory Maidman)

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Marcus aka Gregory Maidman

Living 17,043rd human life. I am Marcus (universal name) or you may call me Greg; a deep thinker; an explorer of ideas and the mind.