Tag: PROSE
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MA FLORA i
truth finds me now,as a thread,unthreading seams i’d sewnthe needle is a pineand if i am natureand nature within mei’d pray as i unravel that truth console my need
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blacksnow in Spring
when beetles wake from days of winter cavingand the needles on those pines are all but changingit’s long undone honey, it’s me you saw bleeding with the riverthe snow that melts and reels me into shiversi’m redefined photo by Juan Manuel Castro Prieto PORTUGAL RISING FROM THE ASHES
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wire
the tide that had shifta poem adrifticarus give us a sign a freediving psalmthat screams carry-onthe pressure that mounts underneath so, what of us then? if light is a gift and freedom’s withini am a man who contends and in truth i am wearyfrom these sudden uneasy demands it’s climbing like water and brinelike waves […]
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mast
what wonderful things a garden can bringthe mast that would rise like a pine don’t reel yourself inbut harness the windyour strength is a thing to behold
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i’ve got you on my mind, giver _ 2
_ no. 2i’ve got you on my mind, giver i’ve got you insidei made sure to keep you closei’ve got a heavy mindi can’t tell you where it goes i said it’s blue and redsaid i’ve been living like a fool mightdon’t tell me how to fix it upif it’s chrome then it’ll floatif it’s […]
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this is easy for me to say
i was reading in a carcatching words by each streetlightthe words were spaced too far aparti nearly quit when i had a thoughtwhat order of letters got me heremy primal form is no Shakespeare and i know you think this is nothing newto think about life as more than something to dobut if it’s just […]
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some strange sounds
i figured out what’s happening there’s a foreign place inside my veins it’s reaching out to grab me and whether i need it isn’t up to me it’s deep inside like some small thing a needy voice that grabs me so when my mind freezes, i’m listening you shouldn’t be afraid there’s got to bea […]
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filaments
▋ LESSER_filament_no1 1993 FALLGod’s gift to me was making me left-handed. It’s not a gift, really. Not in the traditional sense. Plenty of people have gifts. It seems damn near everyone you know has something they do, something that makes them them. I had a friend, said he’d never do anything valuable in his life. […]
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