Category: Memory
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6/19
through this leafy tunnel, freed from the sun we stroll easy, trace silky air over our skin discover joy in darkness
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From the contemplatives
From silence doors open — sometimes far off ringing, sometimes mute throbbing, sometimes rambling voices of ancestors, or strangers tapping at my window wondering, sometimes a tree in its final unleaving. Drawing my ear down, I pick up the thread, hold it just so before it trails away, and listen, listen.
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On watching fish and light
i. The light of our fire straining up these walls brings me back. Far away from my brothers, I followed a fish upstream, moving quickly, without a thought. The light reflected off the ripples the fish made and caught my eyes. So easy to dazzle, even now. Further up, he nestled under a branch and…
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Conversations with my mother, now long-dead
I write to you everyday and each night in my mind — out of sight, out of love, out of repetition. Wearing grooves through stone along the road, my words think they can erase the first set and grind rather new ones or wipe them out altogether, letting me slide free off these memories, into…
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Nobody knows any more than ever
Why do you think it is necessary to visit me here, in my place of origin? Do you think I cannot reach you wherever you are? Must you believe in talismans? I admit doubt. I have wandered all over, as have you, and all I know is inside me, not here in this cave or…
Poems from in between 