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Love Poem The poet says, Speak , and the clouds offer only a slowly moving silence. But I poke a hole in the silence big enough for just a single word: Surrender . A simple... More »
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[ image source ] Seeking There is no here here; the desert sky reeks of expansive blue. Sure, there are mountains in the distance, but the heart beats within and without, unbound, uncentered, diffused by... More »
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[ image source ] Rattling Stone fraying edges blur subtle boundaries :: slippery moss-covered rocks mark the river's changing bank, raucous caw of a crow :: do sky and earth embrace for lack of choice?... More »
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[ image source ] Not Present Being in the past--is jealousy on my part--in general ~ Leslie Scalapino Not sentient : reliving an old photograph from college, standing with her outside the dorm, last day... More »
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[ image source ] Mistaken Identity This is a fiction, in the way that breath is not the inhalation and exhalation of air, in the way that meaning is not constructed in the moment my... More »
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[ image source ] Unconventional Love Sonnet - The Last Her eyes are a storm of dark skies. I thought she was someone else: the mornings we sat together drinking coffee, warm sunshine and the... More »
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[ Sabino Creek ] Minutia I am not of this world, and yet the mossy stone is my heart, veins of quartz are my skeleton, the raven's caw is my voice Sabino Creek flows with... More »
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[ Dionysus ] Homage I. Dionysos once lived in my flesh, but the abdicated god now haunts me, demands my adulation what loss in forsaking wine, the elixir of poets? my blood once flowed as... More »
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[ image source ] Landscapes the anonymous dream: a garden of wind-worn stone, petrified trees, vultures circling overhead waiting for my collapse my lungs are liquid, veins of granite stiffen my flesh, legs rooted in... More »
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[ image source ] Remembrance The heart grows fonder. * Blueberry ice cream and playing marbles. * Yes, Virgina, we were all children once. * Clapped hands make a noise, but one? * The heart... More »
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