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Replying the Call - kymythy
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October 26th, 2009. When I foremost indited this poem, I 'd listen to Bird parker while driving in the forenoon. Even my inexpensive cassette ghetto blaster could n't destroy that sound. Birdwatched IN THE Forenoon. I 've gotten to where. The day is reenforced. Which organize a construction. Which is required in a existence. About to fall, a creation. Reconstruct, revivify itself. Parker is quickeven when slowand. You ca n't catch him. But you can still. To aid me in my dusting,. To aid me to stomach.
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sky rope (subterranean rappel): March 2008
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Sky rope (subterranean rappel). Poems and imagery by Michael R. Patton. Saturday, March 29, 2008. A Short History of the Cat. The cat will mew and the dog will have his day. A SHORT HISTORY OF THE CAT. A short history of the cat. But haven’t we all. A short history of the cat. On the sunlight sofa:. But we all must. 2008, Michael R. Patton. Michael R. Patton. Posted by Michael Patton at 9:37 AM. Links to this post. Wednesday, March 19, 2008. Yes, but I can’t stop trying to imagine. I had fallen back-.
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The Other | sky rope (subterranean rappel)
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Sky rope (subterranean rappel). Poetry and imagery by Michael R. Patton. About the title and the author. August 5, 2015 in cartoons. I’ve read that 1 to 4% of the DNA in European populations comes from Neanderthal. Yes, but that doesn’t mean we didn’t kill them. Maybe we killed Neanderthal. Because he and she appeared to be. Lacking any other Other. We began to see The Other. In our own kind:. Yes, upon consideration. Those folk over there. Do seem a little peculiar. They look at us. Peace world: the book.
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Wild Child Home | sky rope (subterranean rappel)
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Sky rope (subterranean rappel). Poetry and imagery by Michael R. Patton. About the title and the author. August 13, 2015 in hope. Dedicated to all those hard-working souls brave enough to raise children…braver than I. If you’re looking for. A meaningful adventure…. We still have many. From the far-flung mountains. Of Tierra del Fuego available. Yeah, they’re a bit feral:. They’ll climb the curtains,. And ’round midnight, you may find them. Up the backyard tree—. In your flashlight beam! But I assure you.
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sky rope (subterranean rappel): February 2008
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Sky rope (subterranean rappel). Poems and imagery by Michael R. Patton. Tuesday, February 05, 2008. Another poem posted earlier and recently revised. I've heard that whales can signal to each other from many miles away. I think people can do the same thing- we just aren’t aware that we’re sending and receiving. Whales bounce sound around. Alien to me, and yet-. The whole planet floats, rocks. You can feel the motion. In your sea legs. And in your stomach- you feel pregnant, you feel. Can cause the water.
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sky rope (subterranean rappel): June 2008
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Sky rope (subterranean rappel). Poems and imagery by Michael R. Patton. Sunday, June 29, 2008. This hour I tell things in confidence,. I might not tell everybody but I will tell you. I feel you in every part. Of my night room-. Though we have not yet. You’re in every shade-. The black ink of my pen. The net of fabric lying. Over my agitated skin. I make a prayer. Even asleep, even when. I’m asleep in my day. This lunch: this bread. Is also your body. I feel you shift. I’ll keep you safe inside me-. Sunda...
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sky rope (subterranean rappel): May 2008
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Sky rope (subterranean rappel). Poems and imagery by Michael R. Patton. Friday, May 16, 2008. Another poem previously posted and recently tweaked. No more anger, no more hunger,. I sit now in the shade of my own tree. Sumangalamala (6 c B.C.E., trans. unknown). I know why we feel thirsty. With the well water so far down. The mountains seem to recede. And the stars remain. Retreats from my reach. I am so far removed from myself-. Farther than the moon-. Except at that odd. By the innocence of accident-.
