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Nine Months | couldn't say
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It’s been at least four years since you called. And that was it, the last time–. Your still fluttering beauty. Smiles in the body of my mind,. The round of your eyes. The sparkle of you. My finger hovers over the call button after your number. And I pause, imagining your finger,. Your remembering tears and wonder. If this is a one-man standoff of the soul…. Your delicate dance amidst the white fabrics. The sun shining off your happy belly,. Stretched from those willing children. Aborted by our leave.
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Specific Mysteries, Studied and Used for Science | couldn't say
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Specific Mysteries, Studied and Used for Science. The schedule will not stop for love. Or its searching body. If there were a stopping,. It should be close to the begining. Before there is momentum,. Before the bags and shelves begin to sag. Under the weight of future discovery [giving way]. Extracted from their own ore. That a tree could be felled by hand. Or branches fibered together into pages. Seems counter to their initial absence;. Intuition replaced by books of instruction. For such tasks as these.
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senses of movement | couldn't say
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Outside my cave the air dims cooly. For want of some precipitous thing,. Enamored into that which permeates:. The current, the form dynamic,. Indecipherable and described into the air. Through the voice which permeates,. Penetrates the sky, thrust from the throat,. Comes alive before the ear and eye. So searches the soul unbound, so. Grasps with an open hand the. Substances of flame–. Yet would the voice lay content in happening,. And Being so, such gotten from what will be,. Whatever lay there lay.
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November | 2011 | couldn't say
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You are currently browsing the monthly archive for November 2011. It’s been at least four years since you called. And that was it, the last time–. Your still fluttering beauty. Smiles in the body of my mind,. The round of your eyes. The sparkle of you. My finger hovers over the call button after your number. And I pause, imagining your finger,. Your remembering tears and wonder. If this is a one-man standoff of the soul…. Your delicate dance amidst the white fabrics. The sun shining off your happy belly,.
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November | 2013 | couldn't say
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You are currently browsing the monthly archive for November 2013. And how the figure wonders. So coolly touched in absent dialect of skill,. A practiced yet uneven hand, a firm form,. The grip (or particular draping of the fingers). Across the tang, and slightness of guide. Along a kitchen blade, she laps subject, intention,. Idea no, thought into being as though. It had been a film sopped in sheets by a surface, captured in. Eerie fascination laying, then hanging of. From unknown to known, or at least,.
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We Have Lived | couldn't say
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And what of these lives we have lived? Each one- tended distantly with generous time;. Space for potential, time for wonder. Have we formed them as we grow, or. Is their formation the draw in my step? These answers are just questions waiting in the past,. These questions- some stumbling consideration of the real,. Eternal wonder of “what? 8221; not “why? And where was it in which this artefact was conceived? Born here, from the raw edge of a pencil,. Scratched into being (life–but conditional),. Disinter...
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September | 2012 | couldn't say
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You are currently browsing the monthly archive for September 2012. Outside my cave the air dims cooly. For want of some precipitous thing,. Enamored into that which permeates:. The current, the form dynamic,. Indecipherable and described into the air. Through the voice which permeates,. Penetrates the sky, thrust from the throat,. Comes alive before the ear and eye. So searches the soul unbound, so. Grasps with an open hand the. Substances of flame–. Yet would the voice lay content in happening,. They mo...
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book | couldn't say
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Further information has moved to my new website! 8220;Over the Years” documents my journey through the creative healing process of writing and art for the last 10-12 years. The project is coming along nicely, and after some formatting suggestions from friends, I’ve re-designed the cover and added captions and descriptions of the 14 or so images that will appear throughout. Also, a great professor of mine, Tom Simmons,. Thanks for your interest! Current draft of the cover. Approx. 52 pages). By 30s and 12s.
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there it lay | couldn't say
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I thought that they were swords, but they were mountains. I saw four of different size, but they were the same. I am sliding to the left, forgetting my name. Inside there it lay, sideways and I, silent, kept hold of the fear. Inside it was fixed, though it moved. It held loosely, sent me a truth, though I death foresaw–. I didn’t know that he was there;. I vsaw a butterfly, guiding the facts along a straigt path,. I bent the walls of the cage, across setting it out — free? Zombies: Best Case Scenario.
