Category Archives: thoughts below ground

poet warrior

Seems obscene, the thought of a poet fighting: John McCrae, obscenely, in Flanders, writing caught in ink obscenity’s final purpose writing in Flanders. Moderns scoff at poets and when they do they think of silly newspaper verse and drivel flowing … Continue reading

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dimension shift

when the whiskey jack sang he could be a chickadee or a finch or osprey his craft was stand-up heaven on a twig in the forest and the forest obeyed or ignored as it would any chickadee finch or osprey … Continue reading

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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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