Category: Muse
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All things dissolve
holding out, holding in breathing out, breathing in revolving in, out of grasp rolling forward, retreating glow of strangeness, familiarity a curtain swaying across the sill between isolation, intimacy images flip, return to face me who we were, who we become where we were, where we find ourselves what we knew then, what we still…
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Muse
all the books we read together you over my shoulder, I over yours in the stumbles over words, unwieldy sentences, empty space before thoughts slowly form when we wander without aim you hold your breath, allowing chaos to braid into sense and unravel yet again
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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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Brown Elephant
where we deposit all sins of excess, failed solutions, self-lies to find their next hatching. You absorb each one without judgment, our grandmother buddha, tenderly ignoring the endless missteps worked by this scrum of larkers. We spin on, sneak your cookies, refuse to sit still. Through it all, you maintain your meditative hour, at the…
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Winter
open water, patches of sleet chunks, rolling skin, long stretches of ice sheets deluding us that underneath lies still — exoskeleton of gray, silver, blue, black rising and falling while breath moves under and through, amniosis seeping, small curls along the shoreline where warmth? hidden dark into the churning below, gestating secrets birthed slowly with…
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Stopping by lakefront on my way home
I always think it’s aspens here but maybe it’s cottonwoods you can’t really tell unless the seeds are falling and we are way past that now. Between the leaves flipping and knocking in the wild rush off the lake and the pounding of the archers on their targets behind you an odd space opens for…
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