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birds

The birds outside my window are not newhaving made their nest in the porch lightfor seasons nowever returningunmindful of the snake belowperhaps because they know he is an empty threatall staring eyeand no fangand I am grateful for itbecause their … Continue reading

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  1. Lovely.

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Night Music

He reaps what others sow when he plays the tune that only the ghosts can hear. The leftover lives that others spilled at his feet were not his blood to bear and yet, and yet. I listen to that music … Continue reading

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  1. araneus1 says:

    What has caused this recent burst of creative activity? Is it any of my business? Who knows?

  2. I really very much enjoyed this poem. It’s like a thought before I’ve had in my own mind while listening to Bill Withers, or Marvin Gaye, or maybe someone else who bears witness to pain (and wasn’t it Emerson who talked about your rejected thoughts returning to you…

    Here’s the actual quote by Emerson himself, which I just now looked up:

    “In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts: they come back to us with a certain alienated majesty.”)

    My point in quoting Emerson is just to say that I really liked what you have to say in this poem, and the first line hit me hard, right away:

    “He reaps what others sow
    when he plays the tune
    that only the ghosts can hear.”

    And then the rest of the poem, which as the hearer you find in the music peace, goodness, “gentle calm and familiar warmth”. I identify. Someone else entered the fire, and returned with a torch of beauty, not pain.

    Thank you.

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Waking Desire

Spring’s ache; a thicket of greenscent, of wild, vining delights. I dreamt of you in a bower of thornless wild rose, in a bedding of fragrant mosses, in a twine of budding buttercup and bittersweet. Fool’s love, that which comes … Continue reading

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un/make

when was it exactly that you lost the threaddropped a stitch or twocan you unravel it back to a timecan you find your place againtake it all apartrip the seamsremake the beginninghow do you pull at the hemsdecide to start … Continue reading

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Incredible/Terrible

I am incredible at falling in love. I do it every day, in fits and starts, in great gasping leaps. I strain to reach aching depths of it, sing for it, laugh with it, delight in the trip and fall … Continue reading

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  1. This. This is also ‘me’:

    “I know the way, the map, the academic’s approach to loving; I know the yawning abyss that waits below the thin rope which stretches across. I know so many go tripping across with great care and speed and skill and faith. Not me. Not me.”

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