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The Post Office Poems: March 2010
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The Post Office Poems. An interactive, ongoing poetry project highlighting Fall City and the Snoqualmie Valley, written by an anonymous author and posted weekly on the bulletin board at the Fall City Post Office. Wednesday, March 24, 2010. Here among straight backs,. Green shirts and flirting sparks. Of light, of feather,. Among songs of ancients. The wind, lonely as a stone. It touches the old swing. By the river, begins to push. Just enough to capture the eye. And surely there are ghosts. Over the moss,.
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The Post Office Poems: May 2011
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The Post Office Poems. An interactive, ongoing poetry project highlighting Fall City and the Snoqualmie Valley, written by an anonymous author and posted weekly on the bulletin board at the Fall City Post Office. Monday, May 9, 2011. The eagles and the ghosts. The eagles and the ghosts. On the high woven palace. Royalty sleeps. Sun. Fiddles and opens the sky. Alexandra rises on her small legs. Leaning on the breast. David tucks his wings. Warmth from the burning heart. Of their nest wells up. There is th...
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The Post Office Poems: the eagles and the ghosts
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The Post Office Poems. An interactive, ongoing poetry project highlighting Fall City and the Snoqualmie Valley, written by an anonymous author and posted weekly on the bulletin board at the Fall City Post Office. Monday, May 9, 2011. The eagles and the ghosts. The eagles and the ghosts. On the high woven palace. Royalty sleeps. Sun. Fiddles and opens the sky. Alexandra rises on her small legs. Leaning on the breast. David tucks his wings. Warmth from the burning heart. Of their nest wells up. There is th...
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The Post Office Poems: June 2010
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The Post Office Poems. An interactive, ongoing poetry project highlighting Fall City and the Snoqualmie Valley, written by an anonymous author and posted weekly on the bulletin board at the Fall City Post Office. Thursday, June 17, 2010. Roadtrip through Eastern Washington into Idaho. To Silverwood. Mother's Day, my daughters' treat. Shared driving time and the most astounding rainbows. Reaching across the horizon. Music for the slideshow is provided by Daniel Ho. In his "Coolest Drop of Rain".
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The Post Office Poems: December 2009
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The Post Office Poems. An interactive, ongoing poetry project highlighting Fall City and the Snoqualmie Valley, written by an anonymous author and posted weekly on the bulletin board at the Fall City Post Office. Wednesday, December 30, 2009. The Addiction for Mermaids. I lay naked under the sea. You call on each and every wave. Frothy and young,. In the wind of my memory. I swim once a year for a season. Wearing rust and red. On my silver breasts,. My tail flashing like teeth. You throw lines hopeful.
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The Post Office Poems: connected
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The Post Office Poems. An interactive, ongoing poetry project highlighting Fall City and the Snoqualmie Valley, written by an anonymous author and posted weekly on the bulletin board at the Fall City Post Office. Sunday, August 15, 2010. The sun makes a larger name. For itself, leaks and bursts. It's burning voice toward our wet. Home Blue and usually able. To cool itself. Perhaps we look. Too much like treasure. We stay inside with all the fans spinning. Jazz, windows closed, coveting. Of all things,.
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The Post Office Poems: January 2010
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The Post Office Poems. An interactive, ongoing poetry project highlighting Fall City and the Snoqualmie Valley, written by an anonymous author and posted weekly on the bulletin board at the Fall City Post Office. Thursday, January 28, 2010. Flood Water Photography - the Blog. Saturday, January 23, 2010. And in the last gold tongues. Falling from the open mouth. Of the ridge,. Of deepening black,. Sun, the cloaked thief,. With eyes turning away from. Never happy to have. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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The Post Office Poems: April 2011
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The Post Office Poems. An interactive, ongoing poetry project highlighting Fall City and the Snoqualmie Valley, written by an anonymous author and posted weekly on the bulletin board at the Fall City Post Office. Saturday, April 30, 2011. Spirit of the Teacher. Spirit of the Teacher. In the glorious day of the eagle. While the watchers danced and prayed. I asked the teacher:. When we talked about grief,. Norfolk happened the next day. And then we talked about balance. Could come to us,. See the archive f...
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The Post Office Poems: August 2010
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The Post Office Poems. An interactive, ongoing poetry project highlighting Fall City and the Snoqualmie Valley, written by an anonymous author and posted weekly on the bulletin board at the Fall City Post Office. Sunday, August 15, 2010. The sun makes a larger name. For itself, leaks and bursts. It's burning voice toward our wet. Home Blue and usually able. To cool itself. Perhaps we look. Too much like treasure. We stay inside with all the fans spinning. Jazz, windows closed, coveting. Of all things,.
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The Post Office Poems: star on your head cloud in the eye
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The Post Office Poems. An interactive, ongoing poetry project highlighting Fall City and the Snoqualmie Valley, written by an anonymous author and posted weekly on the bulletin board at the Fall City Post Office. Saturday, January 1, 2011. Star on your head cloud in the eye. I open my lungs to this day. And my eyes meet yours. Can you. See the small cloud floating. Like a song before the sun. Of my left eye, silent,. Soft, collecting colors. And edges of the world? Another, smaller lies in the water.