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Tag Archives: poem
Sylvia Plath
Posted in Audio, Poetry
Tagged confessionalism, lyrics, poem, Poetry, Spoken Word, Sylvia Plath
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Fall
In autumn’s brisk grief, leaves flashing briefest raptures to seed elegies.
Vagrant
Near to the bone warming and wildly grazing in solitude not lonely but rather alone in the company of words stories voices enabling vagrancy within most cherished intimacies rooting me home.
Pasture
Near to the bone wildly grazing in solitude not lonely but rather alone in the company of words stories voices enabling my vagrancy in rooting me home.
Dipper
Solitude warming in the company of words– Shorthand for spooning.
Domain
Make the small your domain. Your belfry for lost hours. Within the small words gather to tremble to sublimate to keep solitude company. Also they become cinema in which you are watching words gather to keep solitude company that being … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged Cinema, God, lost hours, poem, Prose, solitude, wonder
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Calling
In not so many words I found my wanting voice calling out to you almost. It was going to say things about blues and greens I think in relation to the sea in relation to your eyes. I might’ve gone … Continue reading
Children of the Moon
We the motherless fatherless children of the moon wake up dreamless weeping. This is why we seek the all dreaming. The all dreaming is more feeling than place. Sometimes not always but sometimes we are chased by the fates. The … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged children of the moon, fates, myths, poem, Prose, today
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Apocalypse Now and Again
Everything always going on. People worry about everything not going on but what they’re really saying beneath the waves what they’re really saying and worrying about is them not going on. Everything going on and them not. I not continuing. … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged beginnings, bless, blues, cherish, enndinngs, lost hours, poem, Prose
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