Tag Archives: perception

locus pocus

when noon was distracted one place under the influence of concentration becomes first none and then every potential face directed by rays of the sun toward turning into oppositely away what makes after all a place singular is being there … Continue reading

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Witch

The witch passes through the public extremely close but unseen a bee busy pollinating truculence and succulence in her swirling peignoir. The witch carries around on her fingertips all the worry of an emergency room spreading it by touch or … Continue reading

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Single One Only

Here is another dream. I share it to not forget it. Someone with a reputation as a wise man instructed me socratically how to look at a picture, any picture actually, with such a dense intensity that my eye could … Continue reading

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Why We Cannot See Ghosts

Because their messages are not for us right now but may be in some troubled tomorrow and time travel is still against the law. Because our doors are closed and should be open or they are ajar when they should … Continue reading

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Touching the Asunder

Begrudge me not oh lord of light my waking up in cold and black wonder. We of the round eye and arched hand and straight flat shin we love our packaging with shape graced and forced upon the unseen forms … Continue reading

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Momentia

Now and yesterday under the same foot treading across dry stream warp and whoop of braid golden weft woven from times olden damage created and healed both in the mixed texture that bathes coal and flower in identical dirt. To … Continue reading

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Touching Asunder

Begrudge me not oh lord of light my waking up in cold and black wonder. We of the round eye and arched hand and straight flat shin we love our packaging with shape graced and forced upon the unseen forms … Continue reading

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