Monthly Archives: October 2012

if death is truly the road to awe

if beauty is in the breaking down & the taking up of matter, growth/decay intimately twined into this weave, our fabric unraveled & reknit if death is the beginning journey both becoming & unbecoming, let something live sing & thread through these bones … Continue reading

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She kept the sugar water full. Each day checking the level of liquid in the feeder. The ghost waited each day beneath the tree, each moment in her presence a treasure. A day, more or…

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it is october mostly fallen

it is october, mostly fallen & still falling and i already see the after the anticipation of spring but before that first step climbing March is dreamed, i rake leaves before wind takes them where empty things go what falls now nourishes later & … Continue reading

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fast talk

the flips & turns those tongues curl to shape words/hit a spin leave me reeling & dazzled– that’s why talk is cheap. it is fast & shiny & does not wear well; quickly-sewn  seams  split under pressure. rhetoric twists perception … Continue reading

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tannins

i love the tannins of october, how they shade air sepia with the blandness of oak leaves always the last to fall and seeping beige into everything the way my grandmother dyed doilies in coffee or tea, soaked just long … Continue reading

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immortality

when you taste sap from such a tree as this, rooted in myth sap whiter than the milk your mother made & sweet there will be no banishment– it does not fruit that promise the serpent tempted with when you … Continue reading

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when trees grow in us, anything can happen

when fir trees branch inside us anything can happen like the feeling when seeing you that this happiness could breathe out 100 butterflies from the center of my chest fluttering winged feeling is something no longer charming but alarmingly possible ***inspired … Continue reading

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