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Monthly Archives: September 2012
mortification (for eulonia)
she wants to stretch just a little past body. the old religious did it with mortification fasting and no sleep, praying for days awaiting illumination, their substance translucent ecstatic, the divine translated the way sun flows through a window where flesh is … Continue reading
Originally posted on Eunoia Review:
Where have you gone so soon, friend? Have your eyes burnt out like stars for the dawn? We once laughed, drank, talked about Eliot and his cats, Hemingway’s fascination with the phallus. Now you’ve disappeared…
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this is no time for tenderness, for blooming. seventeen days before the sun’s center rays brush the equator on its movement south we open eyes to paler light, morning mist & the first sight of exhaled breath since spring in a thin … Continue reading
sky skimming
between morning sun and setting moon one paraglider hangs suspended in all that blueness
September Heights: Milky Way
our home galaxy– just this one holds every star I number tonight
if bodies could flow to where minds fly
if bodies could flow to where minds fly I would learn weightlessness on the moon or perhaps string stars in a burning thread, not needing breath & laughing at magnitude and gravity as if absolute things mean anything in this madness. in smaller … Continue reading