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better fates 

: thenlaugh, leaning back in my armsfor life’s not a paragraph–E. E. Cummings, since feeling is first  :: if we put parentheses around the dactyls and the trochees, can we        (pretty please) allow the dragons out to play?  i’ve made hibiscus tea(it’s excellent medicine, too) especially … Continue reading


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anyone’s any was all to her

and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart:  when you sing in your whisky voice when the world is mud-luscious, the little bird by snow and stir by stillwhen the world is puddle-wonderful he sang his didn’t he danced his did. … Continue reading

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(a glosa) since feeling is firstwho pays any attentionto the syntax of thingswill never wholly kiss you;– E. E. Cummings  :: we’ve developed a thirst for the ways the world bends, the trends that make and break us, the runways and the head-lines and … Continue reading

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swearing by flowers

  …. since i have decided to make syntax part of the fabric of my kisses, misses, bliss, i am far happier here ………….(each petal a tear.)   .. Prompted by toads. You’ll find the poem that inspired it here.  … Continue reading

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Wholly Kissing

(a Golden Shovel, after E.E. Cummings) .. The whole world’s gone crazy ever since the moment we all decided feeling just might be fact. Fact is, we’ve all got these first things, these wonderings: why and who and what. Unphrased, … Continue reading

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humanity i hate you

(for Mr. Cummings)   ..   parenthesize death all you want, Sir. put poems in its lap; syntax the crap out of us all in kisses, laughter, flutter, flowers. that casket’s still too small; this day, too soon.   .. … Continue reading

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Losing Our Cool

{whilst swearing by all flowers} (with ardent gratitude, always, to E.E. Cummings) .. wholly to be a fool, we spring forward with both feet and road-rashed hands. stand in showers of kisses, flowers; call them real. beg, borrow and steal … Continue reading

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to the poet who urged me travel,gladly be{yond}

excerpt from somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond E.E. Cummings: (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody,not even the … Continue reading

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the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids’ flutter which says we are for each other ……………………………..– E. E. Cummings, since feeling is first . don’t blink, love i think {i} love ……………….you. close your eyes, love … Continue reading

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(swearing by all flowers) .. Our syntax falls in petals of a different kind, roses abandoned for their uptight trite fragility. Our best gestures vary, too, by paragraph, parent -hesis, no time for eyelid flutter; but a life whole and … Continue reading

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