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Monthly Archives: February 2010
Old School Sonnets, vol. 3
Alright. This isn’t truly “old school,” since it’s less than a year old, but I have no other place to place sonnets written out of the sequence that we have going here. I wrote this on the lovely island of St. Maarten, birthplace and current home … Continue reading
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Only the deepest friends leave impressionson this rather prudent heart – Interpretthat as you will; I make no concessionsto the surface, and I don’t mean a threat:This is ideal talk, mouthed from Planet Mars, that part of us all that gets sanded d… Continue reading
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I’m so overwhelmed by contingencyin life and time, I don’t know what to do -Be bold or noble? Beholden to me,or indebted and invested in you?Obviously, me and you are bigger than you and I, these are most full subjects,they encompass the space bet… Continue reading
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I’ve yet to find my way in this life’s path,so maybe now’s a good time to stop short -Not to give up, or turn back – that’d be death -but to look around and maybe hold court: I’ve held sway at sweaty diners where thestains in the aprons dignify li… Continue reading
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There are no patrons in war, only saintssince the passion for power lies in hearts,not hands, not visions; battle’s largess taintsgoodwill amongst men and their love of arts:Or so we think – but writing is like war, when you look at the arm as let… Continue reading
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Stellar legacy? Astral ligature?Either way we are connected to skyas air and as space and as literature,and we read, write, breathe, move, live and still die:The night is fluid, like a darkened pond for want of light – but vision is feelingwith si… Continue reading
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When reading the stars, you must look at your-self, and they have rocks and puddles to makeit that much easier to do so – sure,it’s narcissistic, but that’s no mistake:In fact, people should self-explore deeply, stir the puddles that reflect their… Continue reading
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I am singing as I dream, singing free,and I can hear the air buzzing along,wrapping my song in the sweetest memorywhich I can never speak, just hum along:The vastest ocean harassing the shorelike a curious child parades the air with questions abou… Continue reading
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Where do we stand as I look to the leftand forward? Where is when in this exchangebetween place and race, which like hooves cleftleaves a gap, a space, between strong and strange:And unites them too, as the legs of a goat can make it climb the dew… Continue reading
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There are cars in the distance that sound like waves, and they fill the air with emotionwhile the humidifier breams and likethe seas, imbues the time with due motion:Which is to say: I make the most of this ambiance, hearing and feeling despitethe… Continue reading