Category: Art
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Mortal girl
She swings along moontide they say and opens up sunshine, pulls out every bit of air for every frozen breath on earth her plastic feet march her down all the lonely dreams they say, knocking on doors of the empty five and dimes asking, ’Wher’d’yuh go?’ and ‘Huh?’ and they say, ’It’s a miracle! Look,…
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One day in Tangiers
when my feet were sore we shuttled as tourists do from one cobbled shop to the next fitting in more than we should seeking water, hoping for tea, and happening upon the oceanfront through the broken gate all suddenly familiar ruins piled in their own kind of beach head, covered with graffiti, teenagers tramping for…
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Working and its limits
little in this dry day draws any wealth from my thoughts — hope and wish leave me empty-handed; instead it is the night sky with its low hanging, chattering moon, stars deeper than oceans, tap, tap, tapping on my mind to ask for my attention, nudging it to stir and blossom
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If this were my only way to you
I turn, seeking the hawk to bring my message to you, to receive yours to me, and wonder if he shall bend his wings toward me, ever or now, to dip into my heart and take from it that note, most unmixed, to swirl its eternal wings to the expanding night, to all of the…
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Fourteen months
It has been fourteen months since I began this blog. It seems like a suitably odd time to look back and take stock. Below are links to fourteen poems written during this period that received a lot of response from readers or that I particularly like myself. There is one for each month. I hope…
Poems from in between 