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Monthly Archives: August 2012
if he shouts his silence (for R)
if he shouts his silence you will hear it quietly & your eyes will whisper truth making way for words
Originally posted on eulonia country:
shannon is turning to gold in a bathtub in texas while i fold laundry in my room alone. i think of the steps leading into the river how i would have followed you until we…
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artistry (2 poems)
1. her voice over violins or guitar always knows far more than it sings; songs with secrets throbbing against glass like hummingbird wings or luna moths at night whisper-humming through moonlight 2. she never just sits. she arranges herself the only place in … Continue reading
Language, Suzanne Vega
I was in the mood for a little Suzanne V tonight…This one seemed apropos. “Language” If language were liquid It would be rushing in Instead here we are In a silence more eloquent Than any word could ever beThese words … Continue reading
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the pause before fall
the air has that ripening apple smell & nights are cooler. still, summer threads sun to my skin in the afternoon to blend coconut lotion heated to a gentle simmer with my vanilla & honey soap to draw out bees … Continue reading
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Tagged august, end of summer, poetry, summer
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which heartbeat
let the world know that Rosa is dead this child holding in her body a life 10 weeks in the forming both doomed at her diagnosis the right to life is inviolable 16 years/13 weeks which pulse, whose movement do … Continue reading
covering my ears
doublespeak: how words twist from opposite corners of one man’s mouth to braid different versions of the same lie I was taught to speak singly & simply learned early truth talking does not demand a good memory those lessons obsolete … Continue reading