Category: Muse
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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…
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This foggy rain
Standing in this foggy rain, it is reasonable, no, expected, to mark a little obscure, so let me begin to explain why poetry would have no need to be written if we all stood here right now in this foggy rain, cold dampness seeping through, its heavy cedar and pine its drizzling down the world…
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The sea, my sea
The sea does not love me nor does it love me not it just pays no mind as it swells and moans pregnant with stories it cannot, dares not, wills not to speak The sea does not note that I am here nor does it note me not, its massive expanse absorbed in thoughts it…
Poems from in between 