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mythology
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Boy walking dognear destroyed buildinglets arm loose like kite string,offers voiceless companion to lowwhite sky. Boy ig..
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Reverse creation. Let's make man
a forest of stone. Let's stand on asphalt
and peer over steel railings at water.
Below a bridge, the water sli..
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I. On the Damascus Road, Saul approached,
unknowing, a newly formed heart. The
sand was too numerous to count, like sects
forming on every corne..
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Virgin, the land lulls. It knowsnot numbers. It swallows fruitand luxuriates, lendingits body to seed. Artlessexcepting the art of beingopen. The land..
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Geese bruise the higher sky.
In triplicate they travel past
the patulous white pimple
of a mountain marring
our landscape. I can see it
in i..
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Dichotomy. Polemics.
Some words nest like blue
birds in the smallest
hollows of my mind, diffusing
until every thought is one
color. I can not..
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George Bailey, youdo not mourn theoutside. The echinated armsof milk thistle--what your mothercalls an artichoke feather.A monarch wisping inwith the ..
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My stilting hope. My lowlands of the mind. Heaviness of being. (Seamus Heaney)How does normal become. To wakefrom shock and find that most ever..
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A new language is a kind of scar and heals after awhile into a passable imitation of what went before. -Eavan BolandI made myself a flowerpetaling..
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