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i sing 

, and the blood zings and every metacarpaled thing points to that bony moon. you find me here at the center of the spill and you say “these limbs don’t sway the way they used to” and the trees agree. i wanted … Continue reading

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I Sing the Body

And if the body were not the soul, what is the soul? – Walt Whitman .. Are we not sinew, chamber, skin and sigh -lence, slice of moon and sun’s golden violence spit-shined into daily sway? Are we not bone … Continue reading

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