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New Commitment
New Commitment In the wilderness of my dreams, never shining a colour I could own as a bluejay, its feathers. How many worlds must I enter to peel away to the light? How to gather sand and build a...
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The Gift
The Gift In love like the buffalo is with its herd, like the fingers with the hand, like the fish with its translucent tail. One dish I swallowed of hope and resurrection. One morning I held his...
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Change
Change Let it come like the wave with the salty foam. Let it reflect my insides like a face held towards new cutlery. Let it take my...
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Recovered
Recovered The light that fell in the fish’s mouth was a light that came loose from the predator’s paw. And a thousand moons have died like the blue whale and the harp. Since then I have been...
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Sheaves of Time
Sheaves of Time Sheaves of time like wispy hair freed to the wind, fall on me, tickling my skin with their subtle happening. Happy are the people with soap opera love and yellow hair. Happy am I...
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An Infant
An Infant An infant is like a wonderful stone being shaped by the tide. An infant knows nothing of solitude and does not believe in the built-up hardness of kindred blood. An infant is the night,...
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In Time
In Time The mutual condition of our heritage. The thump-thump in your thigh. Thin as a warrior of Japanese fortune and eyes rustling like wool in the wind. At bed time, the cockroaches are my...
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The Voice That Calls To Me
The Voice That Calls To Me The voice that calls me to the dazzling edge is the voice I heard when still in hunger, deep in donut shops, in cigarettes and unbleached sorrow. The...
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Between Two Places
. Between Two Places . Nowhere I nestle - my lover’s away and my horse has lost his pasture. Under the lawnmower, cut up like a paperdoll. I will run down hallways, find my good sign and a pond to...
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In This Garden
. In This Garden . I stir from the motionless depths, coming close to the new face that wants to be my own. Harsh like light to the sleeping eye, my roots are torn and my seed is yet of the earth. I...
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You Were There
. You Were There I thought of you when the stones were thrown from prairie ground. I called to you in mornings, weak with doubt and faced by terrible extremes. I ran to you when in the quiet of my...
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A Day For My Own
. A Day For My Own . The darning of socks in summertime. The filing of nails on a nothing-to-do night - with all desires nourished. I see a can of peaches open, the laundry washed and windows...
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Things I Must Learn
. Things I Must Learn . To speak like I should in the wayfaring night, to hold your hand when the shelf cracks and the books are all read, when the fridge carries only last week’s fruit....
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Transfigured
. Transfigured . Each day I wear my grief like metal mesh. I see you as a spirit burdened to speak. You try to comfort this field of wounds. You tend the amputees and bound the screaming with soft...
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A Day
. A Day . She lies beside me, wakes with bliss, legs flailing as she grabs her father’s chin. Eating is not simple, is a process of song and distraction. Her will is like the river’s tide when nearing...
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In My Bones
. In My Bones . Death makes a brother and sister of us all, shedding the crusty scales of protection and vanity, it lifts each heart bare toward the scorching sun. And I feel so different now, as...
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Open
. Open . Open like hell is opened to the damned, like the heart collapsed in on itself or like being three nights without sleep, in a room of false friends. Open with the wide smile in your pocket,...
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I still think of you
. I still think of you . in the morning, when the winds play across telephone wires and winter’s trees. I carry your face before me like a sacred chalice, or a goal I cannot reach. There are things...
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Bloodsuckerdeath
. BloodsuckerDeath . Embracing the bloodsucker in naked sand, in the element of rain and stormy skies. Loving the bloodsucker for a moment and then living within its inevitable stride. A year of...
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Almost to the Other Side
. Almost to the Other Side . In midair like a cold relentless dream, the minnows find me and tell me tales of insignificance. In my blood there drifts a fool’s coin and fantastical wagers. Because I...
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