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We fell off of the plane where existence rests so sweetly As palms up at the lap of the sea counting the crashing waves, The blessed beginnings where number falls for her shortened cousin, A smudge of the horizon … Continue reading →
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Connotation and Denotation
Connotation and Denotation met as cousins by the water To discuss merits and philosophy, not initially a question of beauty. On the allure of a proper name, Poseidon, Persephone or Howard, The grim feature, As the sun to night, … Continue reading →
Book Mark
Remonstrance to One Self
You have made promises of honesty and walked away, Forthright and head high in the degradation of honest self-reflection. Without ourselves and the patina or tarnish of secrets, what have we? Have we eternity in each breath of a … Continue reading →
Things Taken from Me
The old blow hole, gas chamber, tail pipe, The house of innocents smitten in the round house Like a big wind full of blinding snow, Biting our eyes with the temerity to say so, Termites at the foundation, Call … Continue reading →
En Pleine Aire
Do tell me of frozen mud and browning gold of fallen leaves and the dust of people, Refuse clean as cords clogging the little creek not now in flood but frozen at its edges. The little me, not nimble … Continue reading →
Perfect Children
Between us, so little time with the parts to play, To have a heart, and for one another of the world To take the notice to heart and center As the expanding universe of ourselves Seems to have no … Continue reading →
Cold and Real
Arrived at the circle of beginning As so many laid down to die. So many shape the space of ground and sky With their dream stages, built places, Wickiup, of sticks leaned together, Contrails, cut lines, they diffuse by … Continue reading →
Brooke
Furrowed, rutted, the boot leather dry and peeled off its shoe. Love the mud, the trickling run off, the start of streams on a journey down. Gullet, feathers swallowed as by a snake working the bulge of a whole … Continue reading →
Of Whims
No one can move that mountain, Grain by grain as she says the chickens move sand dunes and Move them back again like prisoners. Deaf old men on the phone with the offices of cross purposes, My failing powers … Continue reading →