Tag Archives: reality

How Does It Happen

[A] Instantly older in your possession more like myself than without you. Then again younger how does that happen that you make me feel crazy real? [B] Standing sitting flat on the floor contradictions come into focus without keeping score. … Continue reading

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What the Wordlessness Meant

[A] Green dolphins gold milky way sun lost in gray amber flocks turn around dark brown can’t trust my language. [B] Lost in gray green and gold god-given talents not out of reach thumb and fingered hand light and dark … Continue reading

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The Donkey Wrangler

The donkey wrangler made a sacred wish at the hidden spring. He just wanted justice. He made the same wish every golden Sunday and then every Monday it came to pass. On his donkey he rode half a day across … Continue reading

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Behind My Blindfold

  Woke to dream uncompleted unforced myself back to sleep to find out what kind of stripped-down drama lies palmed in my metaphor. Go outside feel the cold come back in find the warmth on your skin exaggerated alternatively intensely … Continue reading

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To Curl Up

You know how we all have eyelids on our eyes to close out unsightly inputs like adults wearing pajamas and billboards? That’s what I want on my ears to prevent toxic inputs in stores and restaurants like loud talk about … Continue reading

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Vision is Peripheral

  [A] Being healthy keeps me from writing too much writing keeps me from living vision is peripheral. All the things I bought to get ready to be going have faded or been lost vision is peripheral. [B] Early years … Continue reading

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Founding Ripples

The sly ways the rocks of shadowy centuries curl in layers that argue about whose time was formative. How contrary and contiguous generations writhe against the only order they could be born in and laid down in. Like when a … Continue reading

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