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Up…to me
The hostel was in the reflection of Montmarte on a street too small to allow the passage of a postal truck. From the grocer on the corner, we got a long baguette and spreadable cheese. On the other corner, we bought two packs of the world’s harshest cigarettes. Somewhere else, we burdened ourselves with wine;…
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Dark Showers
The rain to your soundtrack My hand against the wall This is your pressure, the taste of me on your lips Good Good Now, begin again
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Pale Bellows
Spring wind is rolling and stirring petals and blossoms All along the creek and above White wind shaking like arms and limbs Moving the evening around
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Across
today i saw the light, thank god, returning, so broad across the belly of the frozen plains flung wide arms of racing color bursts of white and an attentive god Jan 6. Published April 26.
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Right About
she starts each morning dusted and twisted in the sugar of hope the sweetness puckering her lips till her eyes meet a sky too cloud filled to look like a sky it’s here that she emerges worried for the wolf, and willing to listen for snow making a song along the lake front and she…
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For Today
So beautiful, this, the breeze on an evening. Aloft. Leaning. Lasting light across your smile and I watch you love the breeze.








