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Poetry Friday

FALL

Fall, falling, fallen. That’s the way the season Changes its tense in the long-haired maples That dot the road; the veiny hand-shaped leaves Redden on their branches (in a fiery competition With the final remaining cardinals) and then Begin to sidle and float through the air, at last Settling into colorful layers carpeting [...]

Poetry Friday

TWO COUNTRIES

Skin remembers how long the years grow when skin is not touched, a gray tunnel of singleness, feather lost from the tail of a bird, swirling onto a step, swept away by someone who never saw it was a feather. Skin ate, walked, slept by itself, knew how to raise a see-you-later hand. [...]

Poetry Friday

A FORM OF WOMEN

I have come far enough from where I was not before to have seen the things looking in at me from through the open door

and have walked tonight by myself to see the moonlight and see it as trees

and shapes more fearful because I feared what I did [...]

Poetry Friday

I AM NOT YOURS

I am not yours, not lost in you, Not lost, although I long to be Lost as a candle lit at noon, Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still A spirit beautiful and bright, Yet I am I, who long to be Lost [...]

Poetry Friday

ELEGY V

In summer’s heat, and mid-time of the day, To rest my limbs upon a bed I lay; One window shut, the other open stood, Which gave such light as twinkles in a wood, Like twilight glimpse at setting of the sun, Or night being past, and yet not day begun. Such light to [...]

Poetry Friday

MAY DAY

I’ve decided to waste my life again, Like I used to: get drunk on The light in the leaves, find a wall Against which something can happen,

Whatever may have happened Long ago—let a bullet hole echoing The will of an executioner, a crevice In which a love note was hidden,

Be a [...]

Poetry Friday

HE ASKED ABOUT THE QUALITY

He came out of the office where he was employed in an unimportant and poorly paid position up to eight pounds a month, with tips; when he finished his tedious work that kept him stooped all afternoon, he came out at seven, and sauntered slowly, gazing idly in the street. [...]

Video Poetry (Always Edition)

BLINK-182 – ALWAYS

I’ve been here before a few times And I’m quite aware we’re dying And your hands, they shake with goodbyes And I’ll take you back if you’d have me

So here I am, I’m trying So here I am, are you ready?

Come on let me hold you, touch you, feel [...]