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Monthly Archives: January 2013
1/7/13 small stone
Pine needles, still smelling of Christmas– litter swept into the dustpan.
yellow/black
Under the hard light of January everything is ugly; shoes my daughter’s toes will poke through and slave-made poisoned toys my son wants winking through excess packaging, things built to break and none of it fixable, all of it hungry … Continue reading
small stone 01/06/2013
for Trent — we seem to keep bouncing ideas off each other. If only you could see what I have seen with your eyes, you said. Show me. Show me what my words paint, because in daylight they fly the colors of … Continue reading
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In your not-speaking that shout twists in your throat. Speak the snake before you choke on it. I am willing to sacrifice silence for eventual peace.
envisioning winter
I want to find that place where visions approach the way wild deer take apple slices from gloved hands if they are hungry, and I am still. Do visions come in winter? I cannot hold winter; blood too warm to … Continue reading
Originally posted on createdavidt:
She uses so few words To say so much Her verbal dexterity Is as precise as a gymnast Defying gravity
with a flourish Creatively observing each object And every action and inaction Rhyme, reason and contradiction…
Posted in New Free Verse
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