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A CROSSTOWN BREEZE A drift of wind when August wheeled brought back to mind an alfalfa field where green windrows bleached down to hay while storm clouds rose and rolled our way. With lighthearted strain in our pastoral agon we raced the rain with baler and wagon, driving each other to hold the turn out [...] WORDS AND THE DIMINUTION OF ALL THINGS The brief secrets are still here, and the light has come back. The word remember touches my hand, But I shake it off and watch the turkey buzzards bank and wheel Against the occluded sky. All of the little names sink down, weighted with what is [...] SEPTEMBER I miss the tilt and racket of your face, the collapsing factories of your anger, the shoreline wearing your boas of foam— the steel mirror of your silence, your glass contingencies, in the night’s hold. I miss the morning’s coverlet of cloud, one gull flying east over the moving distances while closer in the [...] AND YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE THE ONLY ONE Someone waits at my door. Because he is dead he has time but I have my secrets— this is what separates us from the dead. See, I could order take-out or climb down the fire escape, so it’s not as though he is keeping [...] SEPTEMBER I miss the tilt and racket of your face, the collapsing factories of your anger, the shoreline wearing your boas of foam— the steel mirror of your silence, your glass contingencies, in the night’s hold. I miss the morning’s coverlet of cloud, one gull flying east over the moving distances while closer in the [...] Some of the amazing cloud formations in the sky over Holladay after an amazing microburst storm blew over Salt Lake County this afternoon. [...] these quiet nights after the storm there is a hush. a held breath in moist silences. after the storm, these quiet nights are all that remain. we work hard all our lives battling forces we cannot defeat, our voices mingling with the roar of passing time. but after the storm there are chances to wipe [...] XTC – SENSES WORKING OVERTIME Hey, hey The clouds are whey There’s straw for the donkeys And the innocents can all sleep safely All sleep safely My, my Sun is pie There’s fodder for the cannons And the guilty ones can all sleep safely All sleep safely And all the world is football-shaped It’s [...] … I’ve discovered that it’s possible to have an absolutely shitty day up on the slopes. From the time I turned up the canyon, until I made it to the parking lot at Solitude almost 90 minutes later, I just had a feeling it wasn’t going to be a great day … I get on [...] SILENCE There is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be, In the cold grave—under the deep deep sea, Or in wide desert where no life is found, Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound; No voice is hush’d—no life treads silently, But clouds and [...] |
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