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I write fish
home,
knowing their
journey perilous,
pebbled with the
danger of maw and man.
I write them home
to creek and
stream,..
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rain, slick
and dark,
lines the
neuron pathways
of detached
meaning
sheeting
electrical
messages
disguised as
love’s harbing..
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wikimedia commonspublic domain in the United States Lamentation of Christ, Erfurt, c. 1480, limewood, original coloursSkulpturensammlung (Inv. 5930, e..
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I sang my way
through
the rhythm of your
breath
each one filled
with dreams of worry
for the day to come
and I felt myself
sli..
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written at Bavokerk, Haarlam
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I dance the jig of depression’s watch
waiting
in the slowing two-step of waltz undone
to see if its face
has changed this time.
..
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The air around me hums
in the fullness of spring’s promise.
Blooms widen their petals
in the oft chance
of luring a group
of ..
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i sit at the loom of time’s dense fields
and push the shuttle of decision through
threads
blinked crimson and yellow
by the epheme..
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an odd kind of tension binds lip to cheek
in the war of love’s words
tumbling over themselves in the dark
I feel the tension gr..
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passing long days
heightened heat
emblazons its mark
upon sweat-stained back
rivulets of semen stream
mixing
folding
eating t..
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