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Monthly Archives: November 2014
the goal is for the ego
the goal is for the ego not to have a goal, or more the goal is to allow silence to sing
summer came early
summer came early in fact there was no winter or spring or fall. I remember summer is rutting season the blue elk rut and the salamanders and the hairy blue oxen simpletons rut with their boxes of crayons and the mayonnaise … Continue reading
✿ in love
how does the world do it? how can i lie in darkness at six am in my one-room house in back of the real house, close my eyes then open them again to see both ends of the room, where … Continue reading
the ancients were right in that concentric
the ancients were right in that concentric spheres surround our existence at least in the early morning: closest to me the heat of cream-infused coffee spreading through my chest, the steam rising as i set it down a bent- arm’s … Continue reading
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Tagged ancients, birds, concentric, fence, refinery, speheres, squirrel
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it’s my privilege
it’s my privilege to be watching a huge stretch of the bay outside this window, noticing more the sheet of water like steel pocked by a trillion ball-peen hammers than the two coots floating in the foreground; that is until … Continue reading
when i first get up i ignore
when i first get up i ignore the world; and by the world i mean the swirling confusion—the emails, the opinions, the elections, the demands, the judgments, the news. let us say, other people. not because they’re bad but because … Continue reading
the crystal you gave me
the crystal you gave me is a trinket i tied it in front of my window in the one room i live in now rainbows appear out of nowhere on my refrigerator suddenly, or swaying for no apparent reason, like … Continue reading
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Tagged crystal, heartbeat, rainbow, refrigerator, trinket, wall, window
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