Tag Archives: time

By The Time

During my childhood years I was stuck in the dazzling art of the universe the myriad languages still uninterpreted by the time deafness threatened. A youth of tilling soil and planting green seeds turned into a long summer of attentive … Continue reading

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What I Can’t Find

  What I can’t find was here before a book of songs I used to play I can’t remember the bridge the right-sized screw for a hole why are there so many kinds? a telephone to call my mom with … Continue reading

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Long Instants

  Between the mountains spots get selected for towns where water flows and where trails older than people cross each other. Between the trees where it’s nobody’s territory birds of every shape and color every voice and passion swoop in … Continue reading

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The Ring in the Ground

  When a tree gets removed everyone knows where it was and may be again. A harbor is never proud of its boats or ashamed of sudden storms. Suddenly stopping an always followed tendency to lurch may break the back. … Continue reading

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Yearsome

Here and now I breathe in between breaths evenly spring’s syncopations. Then and there I quote a seven-hundred-year-old poet of winter. In hand saved from hell yellow squash and green memories last year’s and my next. After hard work’s rest … Continue reading

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Give Time Its Due

When you take time take a long time when time slows down it sticks around it is a long slow time where life lives. Time wants to give space his relative embrace bending her toruses in heavenly choruses let them … Continue reading

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What Time Is It

  [A] It was mine, now it is not it was here, where did it run off to? I could see time, and it felt my hands trying to hold on to its sand. [A] When time is gone it’s … Continue reading

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