Red

Posted on September 24, 2009 by riverwriter

Sweet September leaves
flare impulsive out of green
into autumn flame.

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moment to moment

Posted on September 23, 2009 by riverwriter

The angry words of the evening
live on like old scars, product of a moment
that lasts longer than egg tempera
blended with the finest magenta.
Laid on as thinnest clearest layers Continue reading →

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ka-chunk, ka-chunk . . .

Posted on September 22, 2009 by riverwriter

The rhythms of the earth are never still:
the frantic pre-dawn anthem of the birds,
the heat-inspired cicadas’ single words
and fossils keep their records without will.

The waves that lap in summer never still, Continue reading →

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