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Monthly Archives: June 2012
these trees lean
these trees lean across water that has so slowly stolen and sifted earth from their roots roots hungry and hardened flailing through air half of them, the rest cling to what is left because, rooted and legless they stand where … Continue reading
Posted in New Free Verse
Tagged erosion, inability to changer\, poetry, rootedness, trees
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in the church of late morning
sunlight is sacred the clouds are whispered frozen crystal prayers taking shape as they climb heaven and bloom scent purer than incense sky is stained glass and the birds cry alleluia
ice cream vilanelle
Love and ice cream melt in the summer sun frozen sweetness shifts to warm honey thick, we revel, taste until pleasure is done What started in joy becomes much less fun as it melts like wax ringing round a wick … Continue reading
Chuck Tingley
Hi all– Chuck is the artist I will hopefully be interviewing for the next issue of RUST. If you find this interesting–check out his website (which is where I got this clip–pretty cool, no?). Here it is: http://chuck-tingley.com/#home
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today’s god
today’s god brings heat driving, drying, sucking movement from air and burying it deep in hungry earth, this glacier gravel soil that springs up mountains under my teetering feet and yours, you visionary that gestures in tongues no words, you … Continue reading
dots on a map
GPS can translate me to a colored dot flashing enmeshed in digital webs spun from triangulation point to triangulation point that will tell you where I am, not the what or the how of it and maybe if my dot … Continue reading