Tag Archives: On Being

Still Life

Still Life   The picture is upside down Framed by wood, not by magic Abstract now, comic Tragic As mortal as the hand that paints The curtain where the woman faints Reveals the witness To the border that decides perception … Continue reading

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When I Do

When I Do   Mor-Mor warmed up the pie And served it à la mode I can still smell it now And the coffee That overflowed the white, small cup When she poured the cream in   The past is … Continue reading

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Pink Noise

Pink Noise   I don’t know why I hurt myself Sometimes it just seems like the best solution A way to find something new Or let go of something old When I’m so sorry I ever told you What wasn’t … Continue reading

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Clouds Across Time

Clouds Across Time   You are The one who will go Thrown far As a pillow of clouds Moved by the wind Where tomorrow might Begin again   We have No need for the horizon Sometimes The bridges are surprising … Continue reading

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Journal Page

Journal Page   Did God invent us Because he likes stories Or because he likes jokes The wheel of the earth Turns around its hidden spokes Perfect orbit, perfect angle Perfect distance from the sun How did we get so … Continue reading

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All Done

All Done   I don’t allow myself to speak   I hold myself in silent self- Excoriation, self-crucifixion Remorseless in my self- Castigation   AndI’m bored   I am so bored And ready to throw The whole thing into a … Continue reading

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All Assembled

All Assembled   The towers rise where the horizon begins Giant, mute, silver-haired twins Cut of the same shape Throwing sharp blue into a gray landscape   Yesterday you told me about a faun Playing with the crows Chasing them … Continue reading

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