January 2012
29 posts
“&; I slept, having prayed, ‘God forgive all the sins uncommitted in my...”
– the bitter morning after a sinless night / david van dusen.
“Pale gold of the walls, gold
of the centers of daisies, yellow roses
pressing...”
– Donald Hall
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The foghorns are spelling someone’s name
Not your name
Maybe they used to but not any- more
It serves us right to be alive
We move out across the water in our stupid bodies and blow out the
breakers one by one
Delivered
from our names into some secret home
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December 2011
90 posts
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“that blurred state between awake and asleep when too many intake valves are open...”
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