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Posted on December 4, 2017 by urbansonnets

An open mind is what the body seeks. Embodied wisdom is the truest form of life in nature’s panoramic swarm full of living things. My skin sweats and leaks as I jog around the track. My mind streaks back to … Continue reading →

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Posted on November 25, 2017 by urbansonnets

A bright water ring on a black ash sky, stained gray by the twilight and streaked by cloud, guides me as I move away from the crowd which might make me suffer or make me die. The air is moist, … Continue reading →

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Posted on November 16, 2017 by urbansonnets

The smell of sweat that pours from every pore, detoxifying flesh subject to work, a brief escape from life where guidelines lurk in every shadow and at every door. New England was my home for years before New Jersey, where … Continue reading →

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Posted on November 15, 2017 by urbansonnets

The days pass by like daggers in the breeze while nights sink low into the muddy ground caressed by deer that stalk without a sound at dawn to eat the leaves that hang from trees. The sidewalks look yellow and … Continue reading →

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Posted on November 13, 2017 by urbansonnets

I want to live a timeless existence. This life of time will kill my sense of self. If not my my mind will mutilate itself: suicide of a heart shorn of patience. I’m serious. I’ve lost my sense of sense … Continue reading →

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Posted on November 12, 2017 by urbansonnets

The desire to run has re-entered my body; should I also be surprised that words have come back whole and mobilized from foreign thoughts, fluid and de-centered? I long for novel thoughts that flow un-mentored by past experience, destabilized by … Continue reading →

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Posted on November 11, 2017 by urbansonnets

If the taxista, Don Jesús, was right, our planet simply recycles itself as we perish, congealed in amber bright island sun and time slide off the clouded shelf. Timeshares for me? I’m just chillin’, hermano, I just want to kick … Continue reading →

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Posted on November 11, 2017 by urbansonnets

I must ask myself, who are my people, by whom do I define this life’s journey, on the mezzo cammin’ up the steep hill, who must climb with me, who should concern me? Is tribe defined by family connection or … Continue reading →

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Posted on November 6, 2017 by urbansonnets

The best is when the air is tremulous with the humidity of bubbling broth while exotic vocals gurgle and froth over the beat making time emulous of space, which can saturate our senses and make time appear redoubled, sacred and … Continue reading →

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Posted on November 6, 2017 by urbansonnets

Throwing off my skin for selves I quickly hate, I have shunned all compromise and commitment and all good fellowship, my life is time spent in fugue from blessed time, I write around my fate. In a new port I … Continue reading →

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