Rain. Yesterday, this morning, mixing with the sprinklers; a flood and a trickle. The overcast settles me, cool center to myself.
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Rain
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Year: 2017
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Once
I
knew a woman –
had a woman –
loved a woman –
once –
and always –
through the voices
raised
in support
and opposition,
my mortal choices fixed,
knew a woman –
had a woman –
loved a woman –
once –
and always –
through the voices
raised
in support
and opposition,
my mortal choices fixed,
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What We Were Not
Poetic Deconstruction
Written in honor of, and for the recording and performing artist, Antje Duvekot, this song incorporates a slightly unusual rhythm and rhyming structure. Certainly it was a novel,
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Mariners Warning
Here we stand,
a lofty spinning lantern
throwing fractured light
from thrusting arc
of stabbing land
outward over water,
revealing hidden rock.
The dreck of longlost flows
and wrecks are
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a lofty spinning lantern
throwing fractured light
from thrusting arc
of stabbing land
outward over water,
revealing hidden rock.
The dreck of longlost flows
and wrecks are
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That Place Divine
The mood drowns,
gulped quickly whole,
and slipping down
a well-worn route
so warm that I
like dripping ghee
in rice and bowl,
start feeding from the oil,
the roiled
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gulped quickly whole,
and slipping down
a well-worn route
so warm that I
like dripping ghee
in rice and bowl,
start feeding from the oil,
the roiled
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Upon the Sand
upon the sand
she sank
upon my shore
feet gritty and wide
white suns dancing
in her eyes
were hazelblue like
the waves before us
behind the heelpocks
traced
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The Doors
Passing within the doors
like eyelids open there,
the closet truths
we should not watch.
Grief seeps beneath
the doors like shutters
where the family weeps.
Within the photos
glimpse
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like eyelids open there,
the closet truths
we should not watch.
Grief seeps beneath
the doors like shutters
where the family weeps.
Within the photos
glimpse
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The Elevation
The moon floats high
above my bed where dusty
footprints write new direction
upon an ancient history,
suspended overlapping tracings,
bright reflected signposts to
an unreal imagined future;
and by
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above my bed where dusty
footprints write new direction
upon an ancient history,
suspended overlapping tracings,
bright reflected signposts to
an unreal imagined future;
and by
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Trailing
Divorced from fissured heat,
within the boughs and beats
of corn fens’ stippled silks
(via foot from asphalt spills),
a scalloped spongy rut
forks twisted through the feld.
The leaves
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within the boughs and beats
of corn fens’ stippled silks
(via foot from asphalt spills),
a scalloped spongy rut
forks twisted through the feld.
The leaves
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For Caroline
The sun’s elbows nudged
the moon’s fullface and songbirds
from the morning of your birth,
and wrapped the earth
with throated swells approving–
the dancing orangebeams
streaming bright promises
on
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the moon’s fullface and songbirds
from the morning of your birth,
and wrapped the earth
with throated swells approving–
the dancing orangebeams
streaming bright promises
on
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