Monthly Archives: November 2008

aria

brace legs on the gunwhale hike out against wind’s cannons onto sail, mast, horizon wings slice blue above the clouds carve earth’s pale hide up to standard orbit mechanical layers slipstream silent black: domination of the paradox I, sing? man, … Continue reading

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busy busy

things that sting: hornets and scorpions no regard for the skin they score upon wasps and nettles sting what they settle on everything out for its own satisfaction

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New

when a bright yellow crocus magics itself up through the old winter crud we crow with delight for spring has come old birds of fall that used to call black night down tight on summer now sing to light that’s … Continue reading

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