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Bird in a Box: The Timid Light Around It
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Bird in a Box. Wednesday, April 3, 2013. The Timid Light Around It. She thought for a long time about the various birds she brought to her story in the car. Why had she chosen them: hawk, raven, crane—surely there were more melodious names, more colorful ones. Would Dell’s son have joined in if she had called out other names? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. I didn't trust it for a moment. But I drank it anyway,. The wine of my own poetry. It gave me the daring to take hold.
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Bird in a Box: You got married
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Bird in a Box. Monday, March 3, 2014. It seemed obvious once I said it,. Yet, I couldn’t picture it clearly at all,. The wedding, your bride . . . Waiting at the checkout,. Those in front of me all seemed to have. They looked rather well-fed and well-to-do. Then all the cashiers walked out. What was this country coming to? What happened to good service? Or any service at all? I wanted to yell at somebody. No one was listening. The President had resigned. Didn’t I know? Was the First Lady a lesbian? And t...
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Bird in a Box: March 2013
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Bird in a Box. Sunday, March 31, 2013. Typhoid Mary Never Washed Her Hands. Why this sagging gap between men and women? But then there was all that I didn’t see, the mystery that arched between them and them alone. I thought of the men I knew and how they were. How were they? I could not speak to the emptiness I had witnessed. It tore at my own understanding and blurred my belief in the order of the world. I had to have it fixed. That my oral health was primarily for the good of mankind? He saying, then?
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Bird in a Box: Where Beauty Rhymes with Vulnerability
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Bird in a Box. Wednesday, April 3, 2013. Where Beauty Rhymes with Vulnerability. How would it matter? Thoughts swam in and out constantly. Which stuck? Which set up shop, as it were? He brought his fingers to his lips. Suddenly a strong perfume of hyacinth so pungent and feminine startled him. He looked around to see if someone had slipped up beside him unbeknownst, but he sat alone at the bar. Where had he been, then? Fish, cream, coffee, a pack of mushrooms, a tin of tea. The cashier? A Year with Rilke.
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Bird in a Box: July 2012
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Bird in a Box. Saturday, July 21, 2012. Or the sea . . . She trusts me," I overhear you say. On one of the many calls you walk outside to take,. And some smooth stone slips over my heart. Your eyes, which held such sweetness, now look caged. I miss the graceful swing of the string between us:. The simple kiss, quiet first, then asking for more. I only want you to be happy," felt sincere,. So easy, but now, I don't know. Your tongue on mine is thick. And drunk from crying. As I reach my hand to yours.
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the crossing | wayside word garden
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My poetry: inkblood and letters on the way. October 8, 2012. Destined for the throne. Words in italics are book titles). Book spine poetry. 🙂. Sharing with d’Verse… Open Link Night Week #65. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. October 8, 2012 at 4:58 pm. Wonderful way with words! Bird by bird is one of my favorite books 🙂. October 10, 2012 at 3:57 pm. Bird by bird is an awesome book…i love anne lamott…and may the white dove on day ascend to that throne…smiles. Enter your comment here.
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Bird in a Box: November 2012
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Bird in a Box. Sunday, November 18, 2012. The night air is close. Like jasmine tea,. Petals pressed in leaves of musty books,. Rise like a luminous,. And I blanket myself. As you paint the night sky. On my face,. Tracing ancient lace trails. With each soft breath;. Of fealty and desire. Circles into circles,. A thin weave of skin. Some drift of acanthus. The Hiss of Fossils. Africa is so arid. We glide over Kenya, where I’ve never been. The shrubby carpetweed and purslane clump;. To the ground,.
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Bird in a Box: March 2014
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Bird in a Box. Monday, March 3, 2014. It seemed obvious once I said it,. Yet, I couldn’t picture it clearly at all,. The wedding, your bride . . . Waiting at the checkout,. Those in front of me all seemed to have. They looked rather well-fed and well-to-do. Then all the cashiers walked out. What was this country coming to? What happened to good service? Or any service at all? I wanted to yell at somebody. No one was listening. The President had resigned. Didn’t I know? Was the First Lady a lesbian? And t...
