Tag Archives: poetry

The word is spatial.

Eureka. I have found the word I knew must be. Happy, a word, a day, how appropriate for thoughts of time and space. Place/space senses led me to it, working out the lexical lack with friends who care what kind … Continue reading

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There must be a word

as perfect and literary as sartorial, but of or relating to home, space, living place, personal, not a magazine page, but an expression of attitude, emotion, desire, tension, history, a reflecting pool of the mind where it was and where it … Continue reading

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generally speaking,

Today is a good day, raining slowly into thick air. Jasper in his orange way follows from room to room, repeating his words anytime something significant occurs. Merlot. Right now. Very good, but not until after the sun goes down, … Continue reading

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What Jasper says when I get home.

Um um Merlot Right now I know Wow wow you’re home I’m home I’m cold Me now I’m like no Go all the way now Owl! Merlot! My loud now go on now When you’re home all the way now … Continue reading

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found poem, overheard: in which she takes his hand across the table while he talks about Occupy

Everyone there was so full of love. And care. It was really beautiful. Anyway it was really intense. And there was this crazy shooting. This kid got shot. It was really sad. Oh well. Anyway tell me about your travels. Oh … Continue reading

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A change of plans and four haiku

Just when you pin something down up it comes again to stab you in the heel, which can be just the thing on a nameless November week of mornings that never were, that drag you dreaming across the floor with … Continue reading

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maybe,

maybe not revolution, but its possibility hope springs eternal and all that and if hope dies then drudgery and only motioning, shallow breath in the screaming room rote life wander at walls but no resistance to push revelation on the brink … Continue reading

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