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The Invention of Days

… Was it His intention to push clouds around, {zebras, elephants, great ivory ships} slip light on through those cotton candy puffs, give us just enough voice choice power to hang ourselves on hope? This I know: there’s an Artist … Continue reading

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Stopped Completely Before He Turned 21

.. Never mind the silence. He’s a genius, a restless soul who still astonishes the (m)asses with significant ar(t)dent sway. Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder, rounder, more solidly there (with dark brown hair.) Never mind the immediate amp -(m)utation … Continue reading

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corkboard poem

.. she’s been a -broad, pass -port in hand, standing on a distant shore. she’s pinned and pined, postcards of mind and heart to distant shore. she’s pushed and rushed and all but shushed the voice that says some things … Continue reading

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these gifts: three songs

.. i. his music is a cross i’m gonna (Grimm) grin and bear it, an inspired night to roll -roam the bones and bowl the roans, waltz fire. are you a maze(d)?   ii. jane says we (revolving duo) play … Continue reading

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Phenomenon of Strange

… Severed heads and tallow candles make strange bedfellows, yes? I guess a lengthy discourse is (no doubt) in order, in order to keep the flickering at bay. May we suggest a gentle (moon-like style) baying at something other, some … Continue reading

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maple syrup festivals

… the morning pools in on too-sweet amber feet, and i am bic -ker(n)ing with the sun again. stamp me out in caramel-coated ink, some sacred link to a sky unspun. my morning self knows map -led songs, leaves sticky … Continue reading

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Never Seen the Sky

… Have you? This place and I are unfamiliar friends. This grace and I are wrestling to the end. My heart’s un -done, tumbled by these gathered storms, colliding stars. Come. What may I say to make you want ………….to … Continue reading

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