Tag: study in darkness
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April 30, 2009 06:20 PM EDT --
We used to hear from travelers about how they was moving north. Those who braved the road was always welcome, even when the news they brung us got scant. We don't get much . . .
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March 24, 2009 10:27 PM EDT --
I am not afraid of flowers,
not afraid of a sparrow's song,
not afraid of wind on long grass.
Not afraid;
though I know there is a price to pay, . . .
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August 27, 2009 03:07 PM EDT --
Ok, so I’m going to do this thing. Write for five minutes she said. She didn’t say how fast I had to type. Maybe I can slow this thing down so that I actually . . .
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February 26, 2008 06:24 PM EST --
A red rubber sphere encases
the deep of the night.
Ball is all; all is ball,
predicate to nothing.
Ball is awake at 2 am
blithely knuckled under . . .
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July 06, 2009 07:48 PM EDT --
When you break-
down, there
is no
home to return to. The world is not your
oyster. No matter how strong you think, you become, you . . .
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July 14, 2009 12:55 PM EDT --
Tell your friends you’re a painter;
they’ll want to see your work.
I know you may not have the heart.
You were lovers in your lust and rage. . . .
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May 12, 2009 09:26 PM EDT --
Beaten heart,
your heart is bleating,
afflicted, forlorn lover of a lamb.
Disconsolate crestfallen lamb,
this brutal beating, from your . . .
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January 28, 2008 10:18 PM EST --
She will cut glass tonight.
She will wait until the dogs are walked and fed
and I settle in to cringe, thank god,
at the president's last
State-of-the-Union. . . .
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February 28, 2009 10:07 AM EST --
She stretches and yawns. It is just before dawn
I think she wants love and I stroke her small frame.
But she noses toward the door and stifles a bark. . . .
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March 17, 2009 06:05 PM EDT --
( A metamerism is a colormetric phenomenon where two colors made up of different spectral components appear the same to the human eye )
You could measure out the . . .
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November 26, 2008 11:31 AM EST --
I am not a praying man.
A thoughtful life should be the prayer.
Transgressor: I have sinned, and grown
with the world around me;
a myriad of turnings from lie to light,
the burdens . . .
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April 16, 2009 11:57 PM EDT --
Empty
night vision's light.
I keep telling myself
orange can be a shade of blue;
a lie.
. . .
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April 23, 2009 12:20 PM EDT --
Torture?
Acts on your fear.
Standing on principle,
or at least, its drowning shoulders
to . . .
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November 20, 2007 09:08 PM EST --
Flowing in rivers,
oblique, crabwise and askance,
passing in crosswalks,
a terse kiss at the delta
among these oceans of soul.
. . .
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December 07, 2007 11:00 PM EST --
A little thing you said,
casts a pregnant shadow,
loathsome heart.
This tiny eclipse
pokes holes in rolling landscapes
of perfect cellophane,
deceit wrapped receivers . . .
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September 21, 2007 11:29 PM EDT --
What will they do,
dandelions gathered,
when armies are broken
on minotaur horns,
deserts of the mind,
convoluted coils
in liberty's labyrinth?
Who will they . . .
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