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Urbanality: Monday Music Break ~ In Color by Jamey Johnson
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I wake up like a stray dog, belonging to no one. Cold, cold, and the rain. Friendships outgrown or ruined. And love, dear God, the women I have loved now only names Remembered: dead, lost, or old. Mildness more and more the danger. Living among rocks and weeds to guard against wisdom. Alone with the heart howling Lying in the dark. (Jack Gilbert). Monday, September 29, 2014. Monday Music Break In Color by Jamey Johnson. I said, grandpa what’s this picture here. Is that you there? He said yeah, I was 11.
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Urbanality: Mechanical Perturbation
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I wake up like a stray dog, belonging to no one. Cold, cold, and the rain. Friendships outgrown or ruined. And love, dear God, the women I have loved now only names Remembered: dead, lost, or old. Mildness more and more the danger. Living among rocks and weeds to guard against wisdom. Alone with the heart howling Lying in the dark. (Jack Gilbert). Wednesday, July 1, 2015. From three thousand miles away. A heartbeat is difficult to detect. The insulation of distance mutes. My first car had a bad fuel pump,.
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Urbanality: Times Square Lament
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I wake up like a stray dog, belonging to no one. Cold, cold, and the rain. Friendships outgrown or ruined. And love, dear God, the women I have loved now only names Remembered: dead, lost, or old. Mildness more and more the danger. Living among rocks and weeds to guard against wisdom. Alone with the heart howling Lying in the dark. (Jack Gilbert). Wednesday, May 20, 2015. The heavy days of New York summer. Sit and wait with me on the train platform. And remind me how far I am from you. And back home to y...
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Urbanality: Notes on Poetry Composition
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I wake up like a stray dog, belonging to no one. Cold, cold, and the rain. Friendships outgrown or ruined. And love, dear God, the women I have loved now only names Remembered: dead, lost, or old. Mildness more and more the danger. Living among rocks and weeds to guard against wisdom. Alone with the heart howling Lying in the dark. (Jack Gilbert). Wednesday, April 9, 2014. Notes on Poetry Composition. Notes on Poetry Composition. When I need to make sense of it all, I go back to the beginning. Incredible...
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Urbanality: Lost Forever
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I wake up like a stray dog, belonging to no one. Cold, cold, and the rain. Friendships outgrown or ruined. And love, dear God, the women I have loved now only names Remembered: dead, lost, or old. Mildness more and more the danger. Living among rocks and weeds to guard against wisdom. Alone with the heart howling Lying in the dark. (Jack Gilbert). Tuesday, December 2, 2014. Into azure mourning,. As the demiurge groans. The world stopped,. Engulfed in pyre flashes;. Pries loose the last. Human, uncoiled,.
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Urbanality: Guest Poets
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I wake up like a stray dog, belonging to no one. Cold, cold, and the rain. Friendships outgrown or ruined. And love, dear God, the women I have loved now only names Remembered: dead, lost, or old. Mildness more and more the danger. Living among rocks and weeds to guard against wisdom. Alone with the heart howling Lying in the dark. (Jack Gilbert). Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Another Hotel Room Steven Marty Grant. Be So Do So. Cool Things to Wear. Emmett Wheatfall We Think We Know. Seduced by the Blues.
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Autumn Nightmare | Alone in the Raine
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Alone in the Raine. Laquo; Writing My Worlds. To Die in Autumn. So much beauty is held within my family’s nightmare! The children pile up my brothers’ remains,. Red, yellow, orange and brown. They dive right into the middle with laughter,. Though they swim in a mountain of corpses. I am but a dead leaf, and never have I felt this beautiful! This entry was posted on October 29, 2010 at 10:48 pm and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0. Notify me of n...
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Conversations with Writers: [Interview] Renée Sigel
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Presents interviews with writers, publishers and literary activists. Saturday, July 16, 2011. Was born in South Africa in 1960. She worked as a fine art columnist for a major daily South African newspaper and as an arts and theatre editor for a lifestyle magazine before political pressure forced her to leave the country in 1994. Her work includes the poetry collection,. Sexions: Selections from life and love. Bewrite Books, 2005) and the poetry chapbook, . 160;(erbacce press, 2010). And Sam Smith’s.