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Tag Archives: poetry
whale fall (a long funeral)
this floating largeness of mind when he fades he falls gently rocked by currents to rest on an unquiet floor murmuring news of flesh to fill these many mouths bloomed out of famine who swim to his feast of bones lasting … Continue reading
mind over mind
not mind over matter that mind mastering flesh that is subject to it anyway with its quiet cravings but mind over mind in a wrestling match limbic system shouting over the reasonable cortex its wants and self jumping between poles … Continue reading
how?
you must have learned this somewhere, this means of understanding an idiot savant who jabbers words into poetry past the point of “getting” it and somehow tiptoed into knowing how it begins, your finger on the pulse of my process
shuttles
we loop from present to past in the measured rainbow filaments memory spins; intricate and exquisite patterns unnoticed when first laid down, lost as they are in the immediate work of shuttle, tread, and weave into fabric even flawed, the beauty is in the looking … Continue reading
joy
a created thing birthed from a stone mother I can only shape what is seen and sing it not into being, just of it I am/we are the flaw in the symmetry of the universe the exception at the core … Continue reading
heaven/unchaining substance
breaking down the earth holds bones jealously and hard this, our stone mother who curves indifferently beneath our feet so subtly we do not note the spin reeling with and unconscious of it until we are hers again the return to … Continue reading