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Andy's Poetry: No Graying
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Friday, September 25, 2009. People snipped away at my faith in people,. But at 13, the scissors slipped. My insides ventured out and squinted. Stars, enormity, light stomachs, fluttering, me, you. Every person is a blowfish, and every. She: paper chains, longer than I thought. You:. Clothes made of locked doors and parallels,. And I: out by the river, the only quiet place. I could think of. A cold blade, the water; my feet,. The renewal of winter, the twist. Of a Coke cap, the forgetting of absolved sins,.
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Andy's Poetry: Driving to Albuquerque to Free Child Soldiers
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Sunday, May 3, 2009. Driving to Albuquerque to Free Child Soldiers. Tectonic plates squirm. My seat belt is uncomfortable, an AK strap. 4 AM There’s a dead coyote by the road, but we’re world-changing. We read Isaiah’s “true fasting” to the tune of a Sabbath sunrise. Hey so i posted the paper i wrote for steph and I's project on my blog if you wanted to check it out. May 8, 2009 at 10:34 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Floating in an infinite sea. View my complete profile. Life on the water.
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Andy's Poetry: Too-Tight Ties and Other Unfortunate Realities
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Wednesday, April 15, 2009. Too-Tight Ties and Other Unfortunate Realities. Twelve forks, six rolls, four coffee cups, two candles. Dozens of smiles, forced. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Floating in an infinite sea. View my complete profile. Too-Tight Ties and Other Unfortunate Realities. The Poet as a Gladiator as a Reluctant Red-Tailed . As I Try to Breathe. It's the End of the World as We Know It. Further Up and Further In. Responding to the Great Commission. Life on the water.
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Andy's Poetry: As I Try to Breathe
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Friday, April 10, 2009. As I Try to Breathe. Water will shape to fill the hole excavated in my warring side. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Floating in an infinite sea. View my complete profile. Too-Tight Ties and Other Unfortunate Realities. The Poet as a Gladiator as a Reluctant Red-Tailed . As I Try to Breathe. It's the End of the World as We Know It. Further Up and Further In. Responding to the Great Commission. Life on the water. The Life and Times of Dan Meyerowitz.
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Andy's Poetry: The Mustang
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Tuesday, March 10, 2009. Ignore the *'s, it was the only way I could get that line break to look right). When I finally got the man to pull the truck over,. There was already a long stripe of blood—. A new red-hot lane line slicing the freeway. The bottom had fallen out of his horse trailer several miles back,. And, with a snap like an electric shock, the daydreaming mustang. Was suddenly being dragged at 65. First through hoof, and then quickly through flesh. 362 horsepower against 1. Life on the water.
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Andy's Poetry: Invitation to the Wild Ghost
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Tuesday, March 10, 2009. Invitation to the Wild Ghost. In memory of Peter Wild. Be thankful that you are not among us. As the tobacco-squirting Harley you with tattoos,. The 1960 badass apparition riding free. Be glad you're not the uniformed Catholic school you,. Fidgeting for recess; the specter of a wagon boy. With a 1951 dinged-up brick of a radio. Be grateful, because you could have been stuck. As the pipe-smoker, trying too hard, haunting us for eternity. In your poorly-fit 1982 sportcoat.
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Andy's Poetry: May 2009
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Sunday, May 3, 2009. Driving to Albuquerque to Free Child Soldiers. Tectonic plates squirm. My seat belt is uncomfortable, an AK strap. 4 AM There’s a dead coyote by the road, but we’re world-changing. We read Isaiah’s “true fasting” to the tune of a Sabbath sunrise. Sitting with Gödel in My Refrigerator. I need your atoms. To stare inside me. In my pale skin. Will you taste music. From the same spoon? In my book of poems? And fly with me. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Floating in an infinite sea.
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Andy's Poetry: Sitting with Gödel in My Refrigerator
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Sunday, May 3, 2009. Sitting with Gödel in My Refrigerator. I need your atoms. To stare inside me. In my pale skin. Will you taste music. From the same spoon? In my book of poems? And fly with me. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Floating in an infinite sea. View my complete profile. Driving to Albuquerque to Free Child Soldiers. Sitting with Gödel in My Refrigerator. It's the End of the World as We Know It. Further Up and Further In. Responding to the Great Commission. Life on the water.
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Andy's Poetry: March 2009
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Tuesday, March 10, 2009. Invitation to the Wild Ghost. In memory of Peter Wild. Be thankful that you are not among us. As the tobacco-squirting Harley you with tattoos,. The 1960 badass apparition riding free. Be glad you're not the uniformed Catholic school you,. Fidgeting for recess; the specter of a wagon boy. With a 1951 dinged-up brick of a radio. Be grateful, because you could have been stuck. As the pipe-smoker, trying too hard, haunting us for eternity. In your poorly-fit 1982 sportcoat. Floating...
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Andy's Poetry: April 2009
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Wednesday, April 15, 2009. Hailstones stripe my back, welding welts as I bike one Holy Saturday. Too-Tight Ties and Other Unfortunate Realities. Twelve forks, six rolls, four coffee cups, two candles. Dozens of smiles, forced. The Poet as a Gladiator as a Reluctant Red-Tailed Hawk. Claw to top of poets' carcass heap. Wipe off blood. Get anthologized. Friday, April 10, 2009. That lamp looks like an egg. Cars whiz by. I will never see her again. Painting at Habitat. Community service: great for resumés.
