Category: Muse
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In the sea
Sometimes, my wife thinks she is still a saber tooth. I call to her to come back and we rock slow, to and fro, in the sea of here and not here. She turns to quiet me, to make me believe, and I lie that I do in our unquiet sea. Shifting away again, she…
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After a long hot afternoon in the city
cooling breath tumbles across acrid plain presses away heat steaming concrete mental stagnation of shuttered windows, locked doors grass no longer sticks that way or browns, wilting crisp all the relief of life, a sometimes song, rolls in every direction awakening the lake white tips to horizon prairie, swaying sea up into sky encircling earth
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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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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…
Poems from in between 