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fascinated,
led to holes where
grasses cannot grow,
courted away
from the same old stones,
the same old stories and heroes.
hung my poetry
from a lonely pole,
danced around it and blew smoke,
counted on no one
remembering the glow,
the shadows and bones and the way home.
led to holes where
grasses cannot grow,
courted away
from the same old stones,
the same old stories and heroes.
hung my poetry
from a lonely pole,
danced around it and blew smoke,
counted on no one
remembering the glow,
the shadows and bones and the way home.
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sea or sky
do the fish swim
or fly
Literature
105
I see flashes of who we were, are, could have been
As though reflected in the windows of passing metro trains.
You cannot tell me you love me in your own language,
a language too serious for people like us,
but I see it in your every movement.
I am not so reticent.
I take my heart from my sleeve and pin it to yours.
Chasms pass between us, and doubts circle like wolves,
and we build our bridges and we light our fires,
but I would consume the moon
if it meant you would howl only for me.
Why are we here? My love?
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Sand Mandala
One grain at a time
Is how I treated our days together
Each color of each grain
I studied the Tibetan monks—
Their deliberate lean over all that is
The chants that made and moved stones
With the authority of time
The geometry that melded with song and soul
To emerge in carefully placed vibrant pigment
Colors that seared in vision
What a blink or eyes closed in dream still saw
Look away—they’re still there
In moments of silence
A ghost of something, but
Bright shimmering
Essence
Deepest reverence
All things
Everything was there
Each grain
Each color
Handled
Placed—the math, the experience, the grandeur
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will you please use number 17. Written December 31, 2012.
Well, mostly written back in May. I tend to write things nearly to completion and then sit on them and let months go by. Some sort of fear, probably. I wanted to finish something before 2012 ended, being as I haven't finished anything since June of 2011, and this was the likeliest candidate. The title comes from some incidental dialogue in Kubrick's 2001.
Well, mostly written back in May. I tend to write things nearly to completion and then sit on them and let months go by. Some sort of fear, probably. I wanted to finish something before 2012 ended, being as I haven't finished anything since June of 2011, and this was the likeliest candidate. The title comes from some incidental dialogue in Kubrick's 2001.
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Kevin!
Nice to see you again, and my eyes were most happy to see your words. Hope things are well with you.
Nice to see you again, and my eyes were most happy to see your words. Hope things are well with you.