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Monthly Archives: August 2012
waking up in the middle of a poem
I do not dream poetry my bones speak it while I sleep pipe sound like a fugued whisper murmuring through veins quiet as blood but more metered, carried to where words are shaped awake before dreams snap closed completely and … Continue reading
Pantoum (before)
I do not remember innocence. I was never in any first garden, This life sprung from dust and breath blended Before I knew death was hungry. Our bonding was never ideal. I was never in any first garden, Tasting temptation and finding … Continue reading
dust
rain is a tease when dirt rises to spin in vision like small dervishes dancing prayers or hides between roots never enough water to fill wells to feed these sticks I planted & there I can see it the great … Continue reading
when you smile my name
this feeling opens from the toes up hums joy deeper than sweet more gentle than any hands & belongs to you
love in quotation marks
that word I use to celebrate my commitment to chocolate & coffee more than I do people so much so it loses visceral force spoken but your definition is not so much that flowering into an us that is more than word … Continue reading
Originally posted on Tashtoo:
See on Scoop.it – Pure Poetry Join 100 Thousand Poets for Change organizers Blaq Ice- Chicago, IL! The Protest Poet, Bulawayo, Zimbabwe! And Mujeres Poetas Internacional II friends Gabriella Valera, Poesia e Solidarietà, Trieste, Italy! See…
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sidewalk games
playing games it is hard to distinguish the thick line between love & need when you outline feeling in squares & skip over them all so fast, so lightly child hopscotching and counting numbers to some finish only you & … Continue reading