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Unheard and Sweet the Sounds Around Us

  If the sky could speak to the hawk, if the grass talked back to walkers, how lowly could the nobodies voice everybody’s weaknesses? What air do the swallows swallow? How can those fat flies fly? How many are the … Continue reading

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Neatly Syncopated

Spoken, not yet articulated all within or all around doors swinging both ways wherever there is a wall the elves of perception dance their sidestepping rewriting of alignments so you see what I mean and I grasp your heartfelt drawing … Continue reading

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The Name of Stopping

Taking a book up into the mountains I cut out and rearranged the words insisting each one expresses conscience following every could with a should. As old and delicate as youth was with a voice not heard since it died … Continue reading

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Ambiguous Ounce of Now

Instantly a gram is an ounce a pint is a pound the content of a box is another box. Confused with a word a pill taken every monrning will not cure a childhood loosely appropriated. Surely unsure no boasting or … Continue reading

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Not Very Secret

I am going to reveal to you a not very secret secret. The most complex thing you do must begin with simplicity. Here is a secret that is not very secret but ultimately true. Of all the possessions you’ve got … Continue reading

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Three Dreams and a Fear

I had a dream of dreaming babies eyes closed seeing the Tigris and Euphrates. My dream blew winds of Gaelic voodoo across a murmuring mosaic. I had a dream about two doctors a woman and a man one deaf, one … Continue reading

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Don’t Know When or Where

For the last two generations using both brain and gene the new art of trifurcation has kept pervIDs clean. The professors of action and doctors of cognition were just government and wise regulators. When the time came to leave I … Continue reading

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