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Monthly Archives: February 2010
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Are early mornings better than late ones?On the one hand, one can hear the silencebreak into a hundred miniature suns and then fuse with the one that climbs the fence:Between time and divine there is a clear,and the light would seem to inhabit it … Continue reading
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The wind moves the trees like a pencil boxsways in the hand of a child as she wavesgoodbye to her father – school bells and clocksring and tock, tick and toll, and his soul caves:Why? He won’t be seeing her no time soon – That is what the law said… Continue reading
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I felt the venom of the world last nightin my veins as I fled from the rainstorm,dripping from the skies with venomous might,as the waves swelled forth in a deadly swarm:The dark tropics were at home in the haze, and I felt lovely in the humid air… Continue reading
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Poor Mulatta, you have my sympathy,your undulous hair swaying as you walk,your corn colored sheen and the memoryof freedom and music, of double-talk:Are you two-faced, Mulatta? Or soul-split? Either way, you dug the music I spit,but you hate your … Continue reading
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There is a place for love in the languageyou choose to use, my most poetic friend;if you open your heart against fear, rage,you will find that good port when all times end:I say “all” because time is most certain as it doubles and trines, kind of … Continue reading
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Cursed by ingratitude to foreverrepeat a day and a night where seasonshinge on decisions, faith and endeavor,you find your eyelids heavy with reasonsfor your losses, your slowness, your failure to cope with the movements of the timelineimposed on … Continue reading