Poetry
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there was dream previous to this
there was dream previous to thisdream dreamt in the black ink depths of the seawhere creatures never seenswim through the deeper sleepdream not remembered as i rise float upward almost break surface with my face wake almostsea water filters dims the light that enters from aboveby which i read the parchment coloureddream of sandread the Continue reading
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stay the night and wake with me
stay the night and wake with methe morning’ll come it’ll bein the deep of winterthere’ll be snowon the black branch outside the windowwhile you pull your boots oni’ll step out and start the cari’ll brush the snow from the windshield and when you comewe’ll sit and share the visioni’ll turn the heater on and when Continue reading
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through a hole in a wood
through a hole in a wood plank face of a tent on a fencepostbeaks wide open baby swallows two or three a band of amateur birds a choirof voices that haven’t maturedthat haven’t trained to singthey cheep cheepcheepfrom the stage that is a floorof block wood in a small house made of two one by Continue reading
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when the elector’s left dresden
when the elector’s left dresdenleft his mother sophie to answerthe lords of saxony and the emperor’s menridden one may morning out on a palfreyaccompanied by his huntsman his falconera guest or two with an escortof squires apprenticed to the knights who’ll ridecoursers and great horseswhen he arrives staysat his hunting palace at rochlitz goes out Continue reading
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some of those
some of those spirits in the air over the mountain gathered themselves into a girlwind who wanted music before there was a word for music and slowly she began to dance and danced herself into a salsa dance and danced herself round and round and danced herself into a spin and spun faster and faster Continue reading
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it’s stew
it’s stewa china small bowl of stewand now my brother sleepsall his peaceful nights worksall his thoughtless days while ii try pin the shoulders of all i believedown to the welcome mat on the hot sand at my doorwhere belief evades my reaching fingers and circleslike a fly circles me in the hottest time of Continue reading
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