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Spirits in Rome
We sat in the hollow daySeeking surfacesTo holdWhat had already gone away Someone leftA broken Christmas wreathIn a dry heapNext to a lost, tinsel-hairy treeNear the bridgeWe are about to walk beneath The museum is emptyFor the holidayThe relics frolic in the ghost … Continue reading
Waiting On Park for the 66
The walls are crackingIn your parents’ houseThey no longer repair thingsThe ceiling in the kitchen has a holeThat leads into some darknessAboveThe bathroom door is brokenAnd the whole house frownsIn need of some younger love Decades agoI would call you … Continue reading
The World is Asleep
THE WORLD IS ASLEEP The colosseum is empty nowWe are full of uncertaintyCenturies could passAs everything around usFalls to ruin Rome is quiet We are our own undoing Maybe people will sing from the windowsMaybe we will all rememberThe sinful … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged April, April is Poetry Month, Asleep, Coronavirus, Dream, Emil Adler, Favorite Poems, Imagination, Isolation, Julie Flanders, Love, Marina Belica, Mourning, New York, october project, October Project Music, Poem, Poetry, Poetry Foundation, World
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Full of Thick Noises
Posted in Earth, October Project, Poetry
Tagged CIty, David Whyte, Earth, Emil Adler, Haiku, Humanity, Julie Flanders, Krista Tippett, Language, Life, Lyric, Lyrics, Marina Belica, Martha Beck, New York, october project, Omega Institute, Poem, Poetry, Poetry Foundation, Rupi Kaur, Sounds True, Spirit
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October Process 