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Waves Washing Over Sand (Spring Blues), a version of a translation of a poem attributed to Li Qingzhao | Mumbling Jack

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I'll mumble for ya (and, apparently, lament all yer lost loves too). Mumbling Jack, an album of poetry. Your Shadows Moving West. Still in the Shallows →. Waves Washing Over Sand (Spring Blues), a version of a translation of a poem attributed to Li Qingzhao. Sunday, August 9th, 2015 11:27 am. Andrew Griffin’s been doing a long series of poems in response to poems of Li Qingzhao. He discusses that dialogue and her work here. With links to many if not all the poems that have come from it). Regretfully west...

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Mumbling Jack, an album of poetry | Mumbling Jack

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I'll mumble for ya (and, apparently, lament all yer lost loves too). Mumbling Jack, an album of poetry. Mumbling Jack, an album of poetry. Https:/ www.shoplocket.com/products/wJsDo-mumbling-jack-an-album-of-poetry. Bare bones, cigarette voice reading ash-flecked words. Themes, as usual: love, sex, death, memory, yearning, nature. 16 poems, plus a Word doc with text of the poems. Comes as a zip file. Cover design by Marie Fox. Mumbling Jack, an album of poetry. Mumble back at me Cancel reply. Old Woman Wa...

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Peacefully, In Her Sleep | Mumbling Jack

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I'll mumble for ya (and, apparently, lament all yer lost loves too). Mumbling Jack, an album of poetry. Your Shadows Moving West →. Peacefully, In Her Sleep. Monday, August 3rd, 2015 10:46 am. Perhaps you’ve noticed these days of slow rain,. The corn quiet in the fields, half-grown, green,. Waiting to stretch fat and tall in the sun. While grackles argue generalities. Across from the old house, their broad statements. Sweeping the length of the meadow when beaks. Evenings beside the woodstove, tea in her.

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Connaught Square revisited | Mumbling Jack

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I'll mumble for ya (and, apparently, lament all yer lost loves too). Mumbling Jack, an album of poetry. The Moon Turns Over and Over—As a Song →. Sunday, March 15th, 2015 5:21 pm. Last September I posted a poem about the dying elms in Connaught Square (Many of the elms in Charlottetown are dead or dying). In January, the city announced. That all the dead and dying elms would be cut down. Today, as I walked in the storm, I passed Connaught Square where the process of culling has already begun. The Moon Tu...

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The Undertones of Day* | Mumbling Jack

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I'll mumble for ya (and, apparently, lament all yer lost loves too). Mumbling Jack, an album of poetry. Still in the Shallows. These Rags of Flesh →. The Undertones of Day*. Friday, August 14th, 2015 3:05 pm. Through your open window, morning. Sunlight falls with many sounds. And shapes to tangle in the steam. Rising from the coffee waiting. For your hands to cup, for your lips,. Slightly parted, to kiss the brim. And slowly open to breathe. Deeply; all the better to taste. Then, with head cocked to hear.

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Another Entry in The Endless Book of the Dead (for Paul Dawson) | Mumbling Jack

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I'll mumble for ya (and, apparently, lament all yer lost loves too). Mumbling Jack, an album of poetry. Magnolia in Spring Wind. In Squadrons, Through the Silence →. Another Entry in The Endless Book of the Dead (for Paul Dawson). Friday, May 29th, 2015 11:39 am. I’ve lost count of just how many years. Have passed since the cancer grew. Massive in your balls, sent tentacles. Reaching out from young testicles. To grasp and penetrate and cling. Everywhere overgrown in months,. It goes on, the twining of it...

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July | 2015 | Mumbling Jack

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I'll mumble for ya (and, apparently, lament all yer lost loves too). Mumbling Jack, an album of poetry. Monthly Archives: July 2015. Thursday, July 30th, 2015 11:15 am. Today we know each star burns toward extinction; That my voice and yours also are thin, thready yawps. I look over the rooftops in the morning, listening to The crows cough up the smoky traces of their night. I must … Continue reading →. Friday, July 24th, 2015 11:39 am. How the Moon Opens. Thursday, July 9th, 2015 11:23 am. Friday, July ...

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Your Shadows Moving West | Mumbling Jack

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I'll mumble for ya (and, apparently, lament all yer lost loves too). Mumbling Jack, an album of poetry. Peacefully, In Her Sleep. Waves Washing Over Sand (Spring Blues), a version of a translation of a poem attributed to Li Qingzhao →. Your Shadows Moving West. Thursday, August 6th, 2015 11:39 am. When morning comes, the rising sun. Will see your shadows moving west. One more year, and one more summer. Visit gone. Your laughter fading. All afternoon, herring gulls here. I’ll remember your faces in. Mumbl...

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Late July | Mumbling Jack

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I'll mumble for ya (and, apparently, lament all yer lost loves too). Mumbling Jack, an album of poetry. How the Moon Opens. Friday, July 24th, 2015 11:39 am. Through green lindens heavy. With pale blossoms. We taste of salt,. I'll mumble for ya. Poetry, plus most things quantifiable: science, neuroscience, memory, epistemology, baseball. And so on. View all posts by John MacKenzie →. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. How the Moon Opens. Mumble back at me Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Andre...

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August | 2015 | Mumbling Jack

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I'll mumble for ya (and, apparently, lament all yer lost loves too). Mumbling Jack, an album of poetry. Monthly Archives: August 2015. Crab-Apple Trees Nearing Autumn (a poem of interest). Monday, August 31st, 2015 4:23 pm. Piece by Crooked Piece. Sunday, August 30th, 2015 5:05 pm. Thursday, August 27th, 2015 2:42 pm. We walk the lonely streets again, Kissed only by the wanton rain. Friday, August 21st, 2015 6:16 pm. Thursday, August 20th, 2015 11:39 am. Monday, August 17th, 2015 4:50 pm. Just admire the...