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Lise,
The path to your house is covered
by snow. The same snow I saw
swept into the corner of your room
when you had me over for company.
The..
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You don't know what it's like, okay
to be manufactured, and perfect
like the way a painter's brush dies
with every slow cloud it paints
into the s..
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Icon sorcerer, eater of worlds
You red face, symbol sprouting
Skin, you rock star. Tell me
Is the iron ingot delicious? Does
It rest upon the sw..
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collaboration with victoria @ http://www.writerscafe.org/victoriawd !!
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when the mirrored room fades behind
you something else
happens and you
are thrust into the outer sphere
up whe..
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If our lives never ceased
we would someday awaken
in a damp cradle of dirt and crawl
to sun like honeysuckle. In hoards
our song becomes the song
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I have spent years in the tiny roomof my maze, dragging body bagsdown the hall, cutting notches in the bed frameinside my cell walls. From my perch Ih..
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she is always knitting her nest,the spider grandmother, in shadesof brown. a recluse, yes, andseveral star-children wrapped in silk orall the women I ..
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I found out today that I have a minor heart condition called PAC. Definitely a hard day.
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domino jacketsamino acidshe pulls the wave from the air down belowman sends out blooms of gasoline plumestrapping bottlenecks in mesh turtlenecksand h..
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