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Poet Tree: The Prompt for Poetry
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Friday, December 12, 2014. The Prompt for Poetry. As the wet desert drips with December pinks,. The metaphors that lurk in its fields. Wait also inside the words that describe,. As inaccessible part of the real. It seems like a dare, to know I am more. Than a chaser of painterly fancies. Fantasized from explainable facades. Conveniently alien and dumb. How frightened I am they're on the inside,. That I'm older, far wiser than the role. I play, as purveyor of broken clouds,. Genera: in the tradition.
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Poet Tree: Hot Day
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Sunday, March 15, 2015. Wind blew the limp, illiterate hair. But we are as cool as Abraham. Brains aint everything when you can do the dew. March 16, 2015 at 3:21 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Bamboo and Plum Blossom. Photographs from a white space. History and sticking to it. My Other Hiding Places. The Master Reader: A book of poems. Urban Shocker: A rock'n'roll novel. Poetry: How to read, write and enjoy. A Sky for Husserl. Simple template. Template images by luoman.
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Electronic Poetry Center
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Photo: 2006 Charles Bernstein. Poems for the Millennium: Vol. One. Poem series: The Likht Variations, With Snakes and Stones. The Case for Memory. Prologomena to a Poetics. 14 Stations with images by ARIE A. GALLES. The Burning Babe and Other Poems. With poems by Jerome Rothenberg (Granary Books, 2005): complete book. Pdf); page 1. Rothenberg audio archive at PennSound. 2014), mosty on Jewshnesses. Rothenbert at Kelly Writers House Penn (2008): transcript at Jacket2. 1989, published 2010). Charles Bernst...
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Poet Tree: Another Hospital Visit
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Friday, December 5, 2014. How happy can I be. If those sad eyes. Her world seems so like mine. I can barely tell she's thrown. Her life away,. And I can feel we're victims both. Of a cold, unlistening void. That offers no compassion for mistakes,. Just the same nightmare over and over,. The one about the bear under the bed. That never did go away. Genera: love and family. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Bamboo and Plum Blossom. Photographs from a white space. History and sticking to it.
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Poet Tree: Desolation at the Santa Ana Station
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Tuesday, May 12, 2015. Desolation at the Santa Ana Station. The helper bees and their quiet talk. Of balustrades and train delays. Just makes the distance more acute. The wring of rubbing hands. No solace for the man who lost his time. And pride, for though he's always wrong. He still can see a woman deeply. So still she feels compassion for him. Even a gentle breeze would jar the quantum field. Like a library where the homelessness can sleep. And then it's Spanish warm. And intergalactic with mystery.
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Poet Tree: Dreams in Dialogue
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Wednesday, January 28, 2015. How in the high plains your figure. Green meadow and bare plateau,. The brush in bloom, Cinderella Rock. And with obedient memory, black oak. Springs to the hill, poplars grow down river,. The shepherd moves slowly up the slope;. A balcony shines in town: my own,. The teacher. See? Toward Aragon, distant,. The Moncayo range, pink and white . Watch the fire of that scarlet cloud,. And the star in the blue, wife. Beyond the Duero, Santana Hill. Why, tell me, does my heart flee.
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Poet Tree: Delmore
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Wednesday, May 20, 2015. The ghosts were so kind. To let me create them. As if I, not they, were real. Dim shapes at altar lights. Not things to be seen in themselves. 8212;Too much pain in between,. That gift of a further ghost. Who claims it is all in my head,. Genera: in the tradition. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Bamboo and Plum Blossom. Photographs from a white space. History and sticking to it. My Other Hiding Places. The Master Reader: A book of poems. Urban Shocker: A rock'n'roll novel.
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Nobodyville Street: Free Rider (Dedicated to my friend Steve)
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Poetry and some more fragments. Friday, June 29, 2012. Free Rider (Dedicated to my friend Steve). Now, in these towns they all know your name,. Riding the dust and in the dust rusts the rugged fame;. Of devil's riders and their leather armor, life bled. Through engines, throttles high playing highway games. With bad company, through devil's bends we ride,. Saddling up and eyes on the road till the day we die. We the forgotten and we who forget seize the day,. Nothing left to hide! That's gonna be our.
