Tag Archives: words

Claim

Some kind of tender, hard to find its truest name– words fail to claim touch. Advertisements

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Secrets

Keeping secrets from yourself is like talking behind someone’s front.

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Purls

Lisping, to gentle feral purls of ink on skin– Words, crafted to touch.

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Gauge

If, in words I found you wanting, lean to perish, would silence bestow a second, surer opinion?

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Scripture

To be swallowed, wordless, as the worst you always feared turns lighted proof into lasting scripture.

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Song for the Meek

It has finally come, bearing a fount of bruised petals, blood-pink and white and reigning silvered silence, the year the meek inherit the earth, the plight of sensuous souls flown within to claim tenderest grace on loan from God’s rimless … Continue reading

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Recording Live

   I understand that I am not only with my father and grandfather and Marie as family, but also as a writer. I am sketching them. The mechanical hand in my mind that never stops is charting and sketching and … Continue reading

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Burn

Slow burn of words on a page, how to listen raptly between intervals of felt silence and tapped nerves.

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Measure

A sense of removal raveled in intimacy and ghostly union, a sense of closeness achieved on the periphery where fools dance an impossible jig to fulfill absence.

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Unfinished

There is an epitaph marking the life we have lived from the ones we have not. This is where I begin to separate the words from their cause, running on, unfinished, end to start.

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