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MY RECENT POSTS
- the weather inside
May 18, 2013 01:58PM - time and place
May 09, 2013 09:53PM - Afternoon of a Non
May 01, 2013 08:59PM - making a big pink moon
April 30, 2013 11:02PM - grasshoppers and peaches
April 16, 2013 11:07PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Found you.”
May 18, 2013 02:22PM - “tg within ~ Au contraire
mon frère - I'm just
moody.
Loved your green
pho…”
May 11, 2013 12:47PM - “Beautiful - "the world
coming home for breakfast"
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sigh. I always
lo…”
May 11, 2013 12:41PM - “Decades on, it still
hurts like a son-of-a-bitch -
and I love
it. I love it
beca…”
May 11, 2013 12:37PM - “Thanks for sharing this
- I'm loving the tweets and
chirps
and calls.”
May 11, 2013 12:28PM
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the weather inside
"Every time you wish the sky was something happening to your heart,
you lose twice." — Olena Kalytiak Davis
ricochet
boomerang -ing boredom
tedium of lists of
shoulds and shouldn'ts
back and forthi… Read full post »
time and place
“Six Suns,” a timelapse photo of an Arctic day, taken by Donald MacMillan on the Crocker Land Expedition from 1913-1917.
When you live a long time in a place it ceases to be a grid on a map or interconnected streets, you come to know… Read full post »
Afternoon of a Non
It seems new: the phosphoresce-ing green,
the insistent glare - even the light and air turned
chartreuse,
like the jaundiced blossom of a fading bruise,
like absinthe, like neon absence,
like drowning in anti-freeze,
like bile.
&n… Read full post »
making a big pink moon
It's a confusion of Logos and Legos®
the architecture of desire how
poetic - my love for the big pink moon
winches it across the dark unknown sky.
grasshoppers and peaches
Poetry is not the truth, it is a resurrection of presences.
-Octavio Paz
The something else under the sun lies in deep shade
&nb… Read full post »
fool
Oh, please - as if
my foolishness were confined to a single April day,
as if the musty air in the room could be released by flinging
open the windows to the almost here air of Spring eternally as if
the mildewy reminder isn't seeping through the plaster… Read full post »
compare and contrast
everything compares with
the huge little life no altar
or joss stick ash scent wafting away
from the smoke dinge settled on some idol
no elaborate howdah
nor bouncing to the heavy steps of a graffiti'd eminence grise
breathing in
sweet stench of… Read full post »
i don't want to
some say ice
Oh, Christ. We're still here, left
like anxious Adventists inspecting
the loose shingles of our leaky hope,
our mundanely regular, slow and steady extinction,
the revelatory glare of our impatient despair.
I thought it would be ice -
the brakes gave out on the slick r… Read full post »
nocturne
The buddha’s doppelganger sneers
while a paralyzed Kali glares, but wait. Here
in the time before awkward bargaining gambits
or axiomatic surrender,
drumbeat tick of time, heartbeat of now,
the parallax present shifts.
Elsewhere, somewhere, the numbers climb:
election polls,… Read full post »
and all the days of
It is like a prayer to what is empty.
And what is empty turns its face to us
and whispers:
‘I am not empty, I am open.’… Read full post »
seance for the living
Among the Rocks
Oh, good gigantic smile o’ the brown old earth,
This autumn morning! How he sets his
bones
To bask i’ the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet
For the… Read full post »
égarements
The girl was studying in Paris. Mostly she studied the effect of her figure-gripping black turtleneck on dissolute Frenchmen of a certain age who soon discovered, despite her diffident wiles tied in a ribbon of quasi-innocence, their louche charms were vapor to the
… Read full post »brief storm
When the first drops crash the ground
the dry dust leaps up in lust
to meet the wet blessing,
what’s cracked and parched gulps
from the spilled thimble sky.
The grass stays stiff and yellow
but for a while remembers what it was
to be green.
note to self
Here’s what not to do when you see on her death certificate the home address of that ancestral grandmother on your mother’s paternal side (the side that abandoned your mother when she was a year old): do not google 727 Regent Pl., Memphis… Read full post »
Ladies and tricycles...
William Gedney Photographs and
Writings
Duke University David M. Rubenstein Rare Book & Manuscript
Library
http://library.duke.edu/digitalcollections/gedney
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