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Monthly Archives: February 2010. February 20, 2010 · 23:37. Missing Link and BikePunx Party. Don t miss the first Missing Link party at the Kafe Marat. February 20, 2010 · 20:20. We are currently working on the first issue of the magazine. So stay tuned! Your Missing Link Editorial Team. James R. Miller. Taken By Surprise Records. Middot; An Independent Bicycle Culture Magazine. Blog at WordPress.com. Blog at WordPress.com. Follow “Missing Link”. Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.
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March 23, 2010 · 14:01. Til won the first Missing Link goldsprints. You think this guy looks pretty harmless? He s a machine on the bike. That s why we call him Terror Til. Thanks to the guys from BikePunx Kitchen. Stay tuned for the next Missing Link Event! February 20, 2010 · 23:37. Missing Link and BikePunx Party. Don t miss the first Missing Link party at the Kafe Marat. February 20, 2010 · 20:20. We are currently working on the first issue of the magazine. So stay tuned! James R. Miller.
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Poems from the Edge of the Continent. Just the poems please…. The 40,000 and the One. Newer posts →. February 12, 2008. To Eric Whitacre’s Cloudburst. A young man’s choral. And symphonic works fill. The early hours before light comes. Loud over the hill. No ordinary music, this. As it palpitates the nerve endings,. Spine, heart, for signs of life. It is filled with longing. Gradually, the tree at my window. Of every sort, even those who do not. Get on together, the territorial. Who would listen to birds.
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Working It Out | Poems from the Edge of the Continent
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Poems from the Edge of the Continent. Just the poems please…. The 40,000 and the One. September 27, 2008. I have been alone for days. Dusk and dawn breathing in the distance. While the silence envelops. Like an approaching front. But don’t get me wrong, the weather is fine. Even as the coyotes call from the ridge line. And veils of moisture drift in to the trees. These days, it is I who am the sentinel. Turning the light toward the movement. In the underbrush, dispersing the dark. Poetry & Verse. You are...
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The Cascade Effect | Poems from the Edge of the Continent
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Poems from the Edge of the Continent. Just the poems please…. The 40,000 and the One. In memory of september 11). Nuns, I saw nuns. Floating up Third Avenue,. Veils long down their backs, their faces framed. Though hard to distinguish as they. Drifted on the far side of the street. And became, suddenly, the schoolgirls. They really were, not nuns at all. And it was long black hair I’d seen, not veils. But this was better than last week. When on a particular afternoon I left the. An armless, footless mass.
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The 40,000 & the One | Poems from the Edge of the Continent
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Poems from the Edge of the Continent. Just the poems please…. The 40,000 and the One. The 40,000 and the One. The world is full of screams. Was that wild delight turning into blows? And did the little man in the faded uniform. Suddenly come alive in rage? The van he left in the middle of the street is. Still there. The cops look for him. While he looks for himself. If they move the vehicle before the CSP,. The crime scene photographer,. They will erase the entire incident too quickly. And it comes from t...
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Taking Place | Poems from the Edge of the Continent
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Poems from the Edge of the Continent. Just the poems please…. The 40,000 and the One. Working It Out →. September 5, 2008. In the treetops, a wild morning. Wind tatters the aging summer leaves. Sun glistens on the cold. Shoulders of the oaks. Night is dispelled, thoroughly. We in the clearing below. In the deep well of the still green. Where the stones are cold to the touch,. We are already cloaked in another season,. Waiting for the canopy to fall. For the dew to turn to frost,. Our breath to cloud.
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In Beauty | Poems from the Edge of the Continent
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Poems from the Edge of the Continent. Just the poems please…. The 40,000 and the One. Taking Place →. April 30, 2008. For my Son on his birthday, in hopes that he may soon leap…. The supreme pleasure in beauty. The Creator’s perfections. In beauty cast over the landscape. Of earth and heaven. Rapture in the delectable. Rapture in the seared eye. Stricken and slain by beauty. Pale leaves unfolding tinged. With silver, gold, pale copper. The delicate softening of. Bark and branch and formidable oak. May 1,...
