Friday, March 18, 2011
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Reach for the clouds. . .
Tickle your toes. . .
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Exhibit A: When this was first documented, I was more flattering of him than I should of been, but it was another reminder of that star-spe...
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in August for John Keats I didn't die unrequited. I took a wife in August. My wife was wearing silky white shoulders holding out her bon...
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Urine and Lilies for Pablo Neruda I had an early love for Walt Whitman. I did. He was not by any means a concrete idol, jutting out over the...
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as I left the waterfront and I climbed up the sandy stair as always his brothers were first; to greet me. I've had past dealings with th...
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did someone die, today? most likely. isn't that a difficult thing? was someone born, today? most likely. isn't that a difficult thin...
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Do you feel like you are ripe at the right old age that you are? Remember when an hour didn't take forever? 6 hours would melt away like...
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I do not dare be secretive in my art, in my words, I want everything I say to ooze love to all, like a pearl-less oyster onto thirsty sand. ...
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Winged shoes in flight rarely touch the ground. I have known no one who would rely on a cloud. Cirrus is rarely serious enough. She spills i...
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silver-tongued wings flapping bones split but connect to each other every few inches. arms opened create flight-lips purse full of gold word...
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This is just a short note from me to inform you that after my extensive monthly study and subsequent written exploration of Psalms and Prove...
OK, so what does it mean that INSIDE is the most prominent word?
ReplyDeletehahaha. you tell me, oh, poetry guru
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