Tag: writing to be writing
member name: Atticus *.
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November 15, 2006 12:50 PM EST --
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Playful chasing tease
Sweet winds stirring up the leaves
Games with clever trees
Elusive prey earthward bound
Vanquished foes end in crunches
( I recycled parts of a poem . . .
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March 08, 2007 06:28 PM EST --
A Hothouse Orchid
Rubbing his belly sweetly,
That's what you called him
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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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October 28, 2006 10:55 PM EDT --
Driving home tonight I thought of your tears for your mother
as a slow rain under trust for my love of your company
and the joy of the day
The sounds of them falling reached me in some forgotten cave . . .
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December 05, 2006 06:05 PM EST --
Lost souls wonder
Why ghosts wear clothes,
As sparks jumping chasms,
Illuminate amaranth and rose
Even old pieces of lace,
Where keen intention has placed
To an aircraft carrier . . .
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May 04, 2007 12:01 AM EDT --
Almost inaudible
blanketed by the drone of drenching rain
Algerian French spoken as softly as whispers
of strange beauty unknown and out of sync
with muffled . . .
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October 25, 2006 09:37 PM EDT --
Down feather prison
A swan's loss is youth's revenge
Christ's word chimes new life
Inspired by Edward Nudelman's Poem/Fable
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April 12, 2007 11:19 AM EDT --
Today we mourn the passing of the great American writer Kurt Vonnegut. He has been chronsynclasticinfundibulated to his final resting time/place. From ice-nine to Montana Wildhack . . .
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December 16, 2006 03:11 PM EST --
Who should write the last eulogy
for this verdant land disdained
and all the lives of children to have been
in amber set, a priori claimed?
How do we live in this time, a moment,
now, beginning, . . .
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October 24, 2006 08:46 PM EDT --
Later loves converse,
Sweet winds whispering through leaves
Tales of clever trees
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November 30, 2006 11:34 AM EST --
Only half a world away
Men are drilling holes in men
Injecting a venomous hatred
For other faces of God,
Who damns us for our splintered
Spider eye view
No Almighty should abide
What our . . .
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March 24, 2007 05:34 PM EDT --
I rose to the sounds of fish weeping
Wind in the palms echoed lament
Shadows covered over the glint of the moon
dancing silver on their tears and their scales
I tried to console . . .
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April 06, 2007 06:29 PM EDT --
Pernicious artifice is an idea whose windows are closing
enclosing threatening clouds
of plausible deniability
incontrovertible determinate
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