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The Morning Sea: Ashbery Erasure
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Saturday, May 5, 2012. My hurting, many say,. Off to it, which to it may. So about it. Or, cover a shame. By this night, to and of flames. To so recoup the start, this, the. How, the transaction: fear the best new things,. New season. Others, the ours in weeping,. The them in pajamas- the underneath,. A belief, never much hoping "out" was "yes.". One cannot account for it. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. More Poetry, inspiration, etc. YOU MIGHT BE AWAKE.
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The Morning Sea
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Tuesday, April 10, 2012. It's April, so it's National Poetry Month. Awesome. Artpost in South Bend is having another poetry marathon this weekend, Friday April 13 starting at 5pm and ending Saturday, April 14 at 5pm. Readers can sign up for a 15 minute time slot. Come and listen, have some refreshments provided by Fiddler's Hearth, and get your voice out there. Get the schedule of times here, at Artpost. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. More Poetry, inspiration, etc.
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The Morning Sea: February 2012
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Monday, February 20, 2012. The Future and the Fading Present. Somewhere after the flash of balloons and bubblegum:. An ambulance siren, singing loudly to clear. The way. It becomes. A howl, with longing and bright. Teeth that shiver in the wind,. Lonely as lake Michigan in the. Dead of winter. the raft had overturned. And the boys held their breath—. The seagulls have abandoned them,. The green shore a distant memory. Progression is somehow a willow tree,. Remembering that once it cared to live. Hitchhik...
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The Morning Sea: She Passed Fulton Street
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Tuesday, April 10, 2012. She Passed Fulton Street. Don't gravitate away, he says. Smooth it over with your. Sweet talk, your savvy. Actually, what works best. Is a word, a thought-. What we have here is more. Then a saxophone wails. Like a cavity entering a tooth:. Slowly at first, then echoing,. Empty as a cave. April 11, 2012 at 11:19 AM. Really love that last stanza and the wails/like a cavity. brilliant. Far better than the garbage I wrote for this prompt. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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The Morning Sea: April 2012
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Tuesday, April 10, 2012. It's April, so it's National Poetry Month. Awesome. Artpost in South Bend is having another poetry marathon this weekend, Friday April 13 starting at 5pm and ending Saturday, April 14 at 5pm. Readers can sign up for a 15 minute time slot. Come and listen, have some refreshments provided by Fiddler's Hearth, and get your voice out there. Get the schedule of times here, at Artpost. She Passed Fulton Street. Don't gravitate away, he says. Smooth it over with your. Empty as a cave.
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The Morning Sea: March 2012
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Tuesday, March 20, 2012. Perhaps it is today that totals all meaning of life, a. Roundabout progression of time. Perhaps,. Like celery, time is good for you. Stars creep up in their stately way. Forgetting. To breathe in the night air, one had best forge. Expectations in the daytime. And another lover waits for you at the Sycamore. Did we figure we'd be this far ahead? Let's not lose the trail. Ours is a recessive trait. It lives in the lungs,. Is buried and harsh-. Bound to travel and. Are deadlines, too.
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The Morning Sea: Hiking
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Tuesday, March 20, 2012. Perhaps it is today that totals all meaning of life, a. Roundabout progression of time. Perhaps,. Like celery, time is good for you. Stars creep up in their stately way. Forgetting. To breathe in the night air, one had best forge. Expectations in the daytime. And another lover waits for you at the Sycamore. Did we figure we'd be this far ahead? Let's not lose the trail. Ours is a recessive trait. March 27, 2012 at 10:02 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). YOU MIGHT BE AWAKE.
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The Morning Sea: Sarte Erasure
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Saturday, May 5, 2012. The earlier majority, as if to ask the day. Not wishing anguish is past,. Surpassing to the extent. The mode apprehends this. Yesterday, a synthetic situation. Play seemed a former memory. Order more, remake it freely. My fact is another,. Disappointing like boneless flesh,. Alone as the day, having the circle of. Resolution, the fact of myself,. Not past good resolutions. Which vain condition is ignorance? A view would come, effective, in action. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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The Morning Sea: Portrait
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Tuesday, March 20, 2012. It lives in the lungs,. Is buried and harsh-. Bound to travel and. Want It cannot hear you. It hardly wants to. And. Outside the ground lay silent,. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. More Poetry, inspiration, etc. YOU MIGHT BE AWAKE. And now for something a little different. In the Remake,. A Day in the City. Simple template. Template images by luoman.