Monthly Archives: January 2017

your one and only

something beautiful always wants to be born. how to be in every moment the midwife? Advertisements

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All this ragged longing

All this ragged longing kept hidden. As though I must always present always a finished product— always and only answers. Who can answer though those thirteen birds that just fluttered into the skeleton hands of the tree outside my window, … Continue reading

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reconnaissance

the ocean today is mercury, stretching across from and discussing philosophy with the mostly gray heavens, from which the sun sometimes emerges in slow resplendence to dance its blinding dazzlement across the silver dancing sea, as though it were frosting … Continue reading

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Isn’t it nice

Isn’t it nice how the world dries your dishes? You put them in the rack last night, wet in every hard- to-reach cranny and this morning they’re dry like you want them. But you? You didn’t do a goddamn thing. … Continue reading

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Nothing laborious

Nothing laborious can soothe me now. No measured gait, no patient psalm. I want to hear how great I am. I want the clouds to sing my name. Spell me, God. I’ll be atop yon building, chrysanthemums for hair.

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