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Monthly Archives: March 2013
At Another Time
If we came back as cetaceans, I could hear our rhythm cycle from your throat, threads of song spun pure under water, independent of breath made only for me, and it would float in focused waves to my ears. Soft, my answer would ripple … Continue reading
Posted in New Free Verse
Tagged idle Sunday night musing, karma, past lives/future lives, poetry
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Originally posted on Bart Wolffe:
A TEMPORARY DISTRACTION Just to the left where the wind is leaning On the lines of a looming tree’s barren boughs Murmurs the pigeon, my solace and companion, Greeting me again today as yesterday From…
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More on orange lilies
Those flowers looping my great-grandfather’s headstone were the tigerest of lilies, outrageous tongues licking the hellfire fade of his name from granite, harder than he was when his mother begged him to drop his King James in deathbed drama, and he wouldn’t. … Continue reading
Posted in New Free Verse
Tagged Adam W Linn, family, intolerance, ireland, irish, memory, my great-grandfather the orangeman, Owen Sound, tiger lilies
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reversals
The first morning song wakes me before my alarm clock this winter tells me, beautifully and without question that cardinal knows something March refuses to admit, weaving his nest on barely-budded branches with last year’s field grass, his wings bleeding through … Continue reading
subversion
The smallest things seed rebellion, the way starting tomatoes in March leads to dreams of oregano and basil scenting a summer walk but less obvious, because it is not food I am talking here but revolution, like standing up for something … Continue reading
Susan Daniels Poetry 