LR Young
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Time is a CreatureA Poem by LR Youngfooling around with long forms and prosey-ness. Trying to find my voice again. |
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I Saw the First RobinA Poem by LR YoungI have no fiction to spell no hacksaw that severs nails from the crown of thrones, the education of rosebushes or thorns, piercing palms when see.. |
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The Next StepA Poem by LR YoungI write to the still voice, the one I can unravel, knitting yarn, rings in trees or onions -- the cyclical beat-beat, the wind in my hair, a.. |
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Truthful HeredityA Poem by LR YoungThere are trees at the edge of the perceived desert, savannahs (another word for mirage or heaven), a never faltered fallen place, fractured, an.. |
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VocationA Poem by LR YoungSo here it is, from the beginningbarely evening & the drawing dark pulls shades across still & snowy hill-lands; the mountains are blue si.. |
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All That Is LeftA Poem by LR YoungIcarus never saw the edge of the world, a deep peaking crevasse, echoing into chambers, the holy vessel of the physical heart, asking the question.. |
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Solstice ComingA Poem by LR YoungI feel the spiral of time, the vortex where hands meet fists meets feet the whole of the body & the whole of the night, coalescing like ebbing .. |
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LepidopteraA Poem by LR YoungTS Eliot wrote how april was the cruelest month, a sanction of rain on dry earth, a thirsting growth. I am only a small collection of other lett.. |
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Meeting Mars at the Taj MahalA Poem by LR YoungThere was a moment yesterday after sitting in the Indian Restaurant (where the owner's are Nepalese), after drinking my two cups of milky-sweet.. |
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IctusA Poem by LR Youngmaybe I could have marked the extra hour, wound down the year carved another coil into the rock, the last glance, the last boom of old intentions.. |
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