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catching something big

if I write of ants or the movements of the earth or even a dance of planets I can only guess at if I write of you of how one touch flowers me or if I write of deeper love … Continue reading

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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

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rain

this ┬áimage translated to voice chained to what these limited eyes know, the universe scaled to a drop of water on a leaf in a summer storm so many drops to notice why this one balanced on the tip of … Continue reading

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synthesis

these images we carry if they were to transfigure from dreams to mouths lift from paper to something tangible like word made flesh transmutation the streets would shimmer with littered, glittering worlds not words we would read and nod our … Continue reading

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the young voice

the voice in those old poems is beautiful but so much aware of herself preening in the mirror so long grooming & perfecting the image she forgot what she was trying to say using it if I have a choice … Continue reading

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