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Posted on May 23, 2013 in Poem | 0 comments

Only

Only while doing do we grasp you Just in the labor of our hands you take shape Thoughts are ghosts driving us out of the glorious world. Each mind is fabricating itself...

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Posted on Sep 24, 2012 in Poem | 0 comments

On Fire

I wonder if they pack the wicker ribs of the burning man with Persephone’s gems, sweet, sweating, burning, bursting as the fire comes. Like even the black tarmack...

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Posted on May 15, 2012 in Poem | 0 comments

For the first time

for the first time with night falling with a dead thank-you on the ground, its feet still kicking my lips, it hits me like hot wind from the late train. I do have...

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Posted on Jan 27, 2012 in Poem | 0 comments

The age of doing

Sent this in a postcard to myself from Thailand. Thanks, Jami Sieber! 2012 is on us. The age of doing is over. Are you worshipping the past? Are you building fires...

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Posted on Nov 28, 2011 in Poem | 0 comments

What are you waiting for?

Too-close buzz, steel-shod electric clippers pulling off the hair. Bumblebees in their striped jackets, cousins of hummingbirds, not gliding but fired over nectar or...

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