Tag: thinking about the small stuff and how it is so big
member name: Atticus *.
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August 05, 2009 11:09 PM EDT --
Corkscrew angels are surfing the mind Box Elder, Maple, Elm, Cotton Wood, miniature thoughts; mighty forests . . .
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January 04, 2007 11:20 PM EST --
Secret histories,
shrouds lifted to converse with
the bones of flowers
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November 09, 2007 06:29 PM EST --
I have mixed feelings about Zoos. I feel terrible about the captive status of some of the animals, especially the Elephants and birds. But sometimes, and for some animals, I think that if I were them, . . .
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December 22, 2007 10:08 AM EST --
Fruitcake is not something I would normally think about, and probably not something I would normally buy. One Christmas I made the mistake of defending the beleaguered fruitcake . . .
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August 26, 2009 06:00 AM EDT --
In Constantinople they cried A sword in Constantine's side The inconstant moon had signaled their doom . . .
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October 01, 2009 01:41 PM EDT --
They are such
difficult flowers,
hothouse orchids,
we water with care;
. . .
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June 05, 2007 12:41 AM EDT --
"Everyone has a place in history. Mine is clouds." - Richard Brautigan
Whenever I am witness . . .
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August 05, 2007 08:07 PM EDT --
Words grand as iceberg
float oceans among oceans
tying sea to sky
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July 29, 2009 08:05 PM EDT --
Cloudburst under cover
of dark
leaves shaken limbs strewn.
Still, wild distant shore
birds
welcome sunrise. . . .
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September 11, 2009 01:35 AM EDT --
Satori is clothed in red thread and candle light. Then dawn combs her hair.
for James Ciriaco
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October 14, 2009 05:37 PM EDT --
though stronger coffee grinds
You (are) woke in the morning,
to find/fog on the door; her
lips touch the silhouettes . . .
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May 14, 2007 01:21 AM EDT --
Her father lays dying in a hospital bed on the fourth floor. He is ninety-five. My mother has been there off and on, mostly on, for the last two weeks. He has lived in a little apartment my parents built . . .
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April 02, 2009 02:39 PM EDT --
It is no time for poetry.
I am late,
and out of sorts.
The iron won’t stop spitting.
I pop the button from my pants.
My shirt is stained.
Dogs returning . . .
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September 26, 2009 03:06 AM EDT --
Thursday, I still had a few hours before sundown after work, so I thought I would do a couple of laps around the lake. I suited up, filled my water bottle, strapped . . .
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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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July 17, 2007 06:12 PM EDT --
Fleeting secret songs
Into the ears of the sun
Wine for wooden hearts
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October 03, 2007 11:46 PM EDT --
Midnight and I watch over
chestnut and orange
gently on a pillow,
rapt in brilliant lemon,
viridian, vermillion and sage.
"periwinkle"
She sighs in her . . .
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January 17, 2008 11:02 PM EST --
There are funkier things to do with a 10.5mm fisheye lens, but I wanted to see what I could do to stroke nuance with a sledge hammer. So I used my fish eye as sort of a philosophical . . .
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