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Tag Archives: poem
Hymn
We are here, but briefly,shadows of candle-lightdancing between dust and choir,day and night,so consider todaya good dayto begin, or to continueunwrapping yourself,and giving you to you as a gift,your soul rightfully taggedas both receiver and sender,in what constitutesa wild embracing … Continue reading
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Red Wind
The stilettos of red wind go on pecking at me, at us. We haven’t seen our mother in seven months. She was taken away. I could present evidence of my mother— kitchens tattooed onto her elbows and wrists, walking the … Continue reading
Company
I have always depended on the kindness of solitude to acquaint me favorably with the company of words.
Glare
We are dreamwalkers punctuated by reveries and long listless spells of want. Conjugal in our misgiven symmetries, our lives readily become us by frayed skeins of intimacy and sensual haunt.
Company
In the company of numinous graces and unremembered lots Infinity counts upon phenomenal breadth and bandwidth to maximize its local market value within the human plot.
Intrigue
Plots, in a mysterious ceremony, unending. Ephemera becomes us, if only briefly.
Notation
Ghosts, in lucid drag, bare to the drifts and unerring grace of realms unending— we, in human-rent shape, exercise particles in a quantum plot of recall and dramatic flair— these mortal coils, shed, in frets and arpeggios, scale by scale, … Continue reading
Golden Silence
Happy birthday, Charles Spencer Chaplin, and thanks for tramping around on-screen with such zest, pluck, vim, and gilded tenderness. Tatters in half-light,the poor heart’s lonely hunting–shreds of pure love, sown.
The Wonder Years
We are here but briefly, fingered skeins and finite exhales threaded within a spiraling fable of ordered repetitions and infinite respiration— We are the supplest of gilded elegies, membered to the magnetic cause of wake and dream.
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