Monthly Archives: February 2011

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Magister, master, maestro, MisterGood Deeds (or Goodheart), sir, why did you die?”Well, son, I died for something sinister,meaning on the left-hand side of the sky.”Isn’t that a bad omen, Mister Miss? “Well, no, because the law isn’t what’s right…. Continue reading

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New paints, swift strokes, blind hopes, quick breaks, lost cause,faith gone, now found again, true eyes, bright dreams — all these things ground the image in the pausethat the heart takes when the universe screams:I loved tulips in Amsterdam, and… Continue reading

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My face is a palindrome when smiling;it folds upon itself with a jagged grace,a symmetry of feeling, beguilingbut aimed at the truth, looking at its face:Two stems left in the crystal, green and strong, holding bulbs, purple and blue, closed off f… Continue reading

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White roses and green, the watery vase,a princess disguised as ordinary–these set the scenes for my notions of place,as I trace out the sketch of this story:With green hills, and green reptiles in hiding, except for their slitty black-yellow eyes… Continue reading

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Let me be direct. I’ll never lose hopein that which my heart and mind know as true–you could bind my hands together with rope,and I’d still send fragrant flowers to you:Each petal is a letter unsent; the fragrance is the aura of healingthat I bro… Continue reading

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I write with my fingers to keep out thedevil; my core pulsates to the tapped beatof fingers on keys with malingeringease, and I live inside through outer deaths:This is just how it is, like natural effects; like gas bubbles that disappear;as you s… Continue reading

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Before things mattered, down winding backstreetsI walked, and walked, and I lost and then foundthe open way to blossoms white and sweet,inviting the air to their creamy sound:And I walked along walls and crossed bridges and sang about freedom and … Continue reading

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