Words

Les Très Riches Heures de Susan Nevelow Mart

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Susan Nevelow Mart, beloved director of the Wise Law Library at CU, is retiring. She will be missed. The sun was bright upon us once. We...

Whether The Storm

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surf churns with ever sharpened howling windparallel waves crashing and screaming rainlike tiny honed ice crystal blade cut thick skinwhile storm on rise at...

Upon Realizing I am a Circus Bear

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wow i am a circus bear i am big and formed in the wilderness of my own cognitive dissonance i was once wading in the torrent of...

A memory I can hardly remember…

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A memory I can hardly remember,My first memory?Dangling by a string,So close to being lost.I know it is Spring,The Lilac tree is in bloom,But...

I am always asleep, always dreaming

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promise: I lost the meaning of the wordwhile begging & beggingfor it to be solid my teeth reach into hope to sinkbiting into air that...

On Holding Hands

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I want to tell you: that this part will be simple, that you’ll always know what happens next, that the first one you let cross the threshold...

Understandable

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Uppermost in almost anybody’s mind these days (Not to impute Platonic shape to space) Desire (as if it were a thing) will blaze Entre nous anew, prognosticating...

No Language

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For years I’d see Tim free fall from some height while sitting still in the backwoods of his life after his wife died of alcohol poisoning he cut...

in the places between (unsettled correspondences of a relentless personal nature)

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and sometimes all i got, seth is a lengthy corridor filled with the sounds and the shufflings of shoes and sober interludes on a long train ride going...

Know less, wonder more

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I’ve always had a hard time expressing myself,” says poet Andrea Gibson. It’s hard to believe, especially since Gibson has made a career doing just...

Yours for the Taking

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I keep myself busy long enough to not remember the time. I keep track of minutes best in the mountainsfeeling them passing like a rhythm...

Thanksgiving

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When we arrived in this unknown placewe knit together in a waythat made me want to shoutthis, this is my family.How could you know...