Words

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...

Stretch of the West

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Sit with legs extended, flex your feet.Breathe in to raise your arms, grow tall. Breathe outto fold your body forward, hold your feet. Breathe in...

With Windows Shut Tight

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No clouds today but the sky is white: like a negative image of the night the air is coated the distant trees are gray, smothering the day in bleakness in poison in sadness as fires rage  further...

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...

Broken Poem

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There is a poem lying beside the road, its red fur ablaze in the morning sunlight. The spine of the poem is broken and one leg is partially...

Rewritten

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I know it might hurt if you told me what you really think of me, but I feel a deeper ache to never be able to...

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...

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...

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...

For the Sake of Strangers

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No matter what the grief, its weight,we are obliged to carry it.We rise and gather momentum, the dull strengththat pushes us through crowds.And then...

Obelisks in the Desert

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Melted moon-wax dripping outover the leave-less trees tonightcharming me with such good tastelanguidly stitching together the patchwork The textures weren’t half so brightwhen they ensconced...

Self-Deceit #3

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I know that room inside youwhere you go to hide when you’re scared and don’t want to be seen. Where your back is turned away, eyes lowered if they’re...