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Significant Stones

.. Were they thrones, shaped for greater kings; tablets, commandments raised for lesser souls; tombstones to honor the past, templates for tomorrow? Granite soldiers, standing at attention, saluting another ……………………………sunrise? Ancient billboards, pre- Burma -Shave? Did they stave off giants, … Continue reading

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The Significance of Skin

“Last time, I imagined myself as the kid. This time, the skeleton.” ― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars .. For now, we’ve covered everything we can with these veiny shrouds, this masquerade of muscle, sinew, blood. We’ve danced … Continue reading

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Striking Rock

  In the desert there is no sign that says, Thou shalt not eat stones. – Sufi proverb    .. We ache ourselves in to divining rod shadows, these places broken open in search of water, sanity, salt. Fault lines … Continue reading

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Look Out Below

… And above, and everywhere in between. There’s really no where to hide when the sky is falling. We’re calling ourselves sane under significant stars, bright spots of wanting. We’re haunting every inch of this space, embracing the way the … Continue reading

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1,000 loose-leaf words releasing themselves through a tiny trap door

(a snapshot)   . Why is the doorknob blue? Can you see the blurring on the edges, the ledges of the world ……….and war ……………….within? Scratch the surface of the center. Make the keyhole your home. Focus on the paint … Continue reading

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beg and bartered glow

open sesame that moon, she’s posing as a bowl of milk, the open -ing rind of a sweet can’t -aloupe, arresting of tongue but stilted and squat in its own lack of light. familiar, this. mercy flowing, served up among … Continue reading

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Aubade from a Glass House

.. The breeze is caught, a distant hymn. The moon she’s got is growing dim. She pulls the shade and so it goes – her heart a glade where river flows. He’s hidden lies under each stone, but her silence … Continue reading

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