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a single cell | The Unasked Question
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If only Love came with better vision. The jealousy of the gods →. May 21, 2012. Though she promised and promised herself. When her life was empty of him,. She would not cry. Or wish or long for him. Her mind is all resolve, rationale, and logic. But the awakened body. For the sensations of skin on skin. Those only dared dream of,. Never dared hope again. So she turns to recriminations. And blame and hate. For cruel men long past. And her foolish fistight angry body. It’s a moment. They that know,. Follow...
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August | 2014 | plumlover
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Monthly Archives: August 2014. Writing in Your Underwear, DAY 2. August 21, 2014. Writing in your underwear: Day 2 Sat. 6:49 am. Outside in the chill of morning. Writing in (your) my underwear. I don’t know if it’s the feel of the chill or my obstinate determination to carry through with this lunacy. … Continue reading →. Writing in Your Underwear. August 19, 2014. August 18, 2014. August 18, 2014. What the Cricket Knows. Eat Paper Drink Ink; Thrive. Who Hears Crickets in the Garden?
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Words in the Wind: September 2013
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Monday, September 30, 2013. Sun patiently traces the. Ancestral curvature of joy. On walls and hands. And waking dreams—. Posted by Alan Ray Wartes. Saturday, September 28, 2013. Lulu’s gas pedal is stuck to the floor,. Melded, more like,. In kinetic fusion—. Her tiny dog body is a. Particle accelerator bottleneck through which the whole of. Cosmic dogness passes each and every second,. A pulsing dog life in a ricochet of time. Except when she sleeps. Black hole tumbling inward. Posted by Alan Ray Wartes.
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Words in the Wind: follow
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Tuesday, June 24, 2014. Go now with no. Like the scent of baking bread. In a craggy wilderness. Or music rising like dust. On the abandoned air in streets. That points to you. Among the multitudes and says,. 8220;that’s the one I want! The compass handed down to you. Is broken, an inheritance. Of wandering and want. Bury it in the sand and follow now. Day and night to the edge of yourself—. Posted by Alan Ray Wartes. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). This Great Love is Enough.
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Inside Job | A Hundred Falling Veils
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A Hundred Falling Veils. A daily poetry practice. Laquo; What Might They Grow. When I Get Very Quiet, I Can See How It Goes. May 13, 2015 by Rosemerry. Sometimes I notice her,. That woman who shakes her head. No, no, no and stomps her foot. For emphasis, I notice her. Practically clawing her way. Up my throat, her eyes wild. With conviction, where does. She hide as I smile. A smile so real I believe it myself. As my head begins to nod. Click to email (Opens in new window). On May 14, 2015 at 6:37 pm.
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vulnerability | A Hundred Falling Veils
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A Hundred Falling Veils. A daily poetry practice. Posts Tagged ‘vulnerability’. Just Playing Around, this time with the link. On January 31, 2016 3 Comments. I love the way the cello underlines all the fragility–proof somehow that through resonance we can support each other in our most vulnerable places. Good luck, Kyra, getting that residency! Click to email (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Click to print (Opens in new window).
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When I Get Very Quiet, I Can See How It Goes | A Hundred Falling Veils
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A Hundred Falling Veils. A daily poetry practice. Laquo; Inside Job. How Could I Have Just Now Noticed? When I Get Very Quiet, I Can See How It Goes. May 14, 2015 by Rosemerry. Here, I say, I am here for you,. And then I run the other way. My legs are two trees. They never. Leave Everywhere I go, I am rooted. My legs are two rivers. They escape. In every moment. I am always. Where I’ve never been. There is only. Yes, and still I say no. The truth is. I do not want to be known. The truth. Ditto, what anon...
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spring | A Hundred Falling Veils
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A Hundred Falling Veils. A daily poetry practice. Posts Tagged ‘spring’. On May 14, 2016 3 Comments. The orange breasted song of the oriole. A leaf, straining against the bud scales,. This heart still in winter. Begins to believe in green. Click to email (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Click to print (Opens in new window). Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Just ...
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Poetry: Be Light | paintingsbyjms
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Paintings, artwork and random thoughts by jms. January 29, 2015. 8220;The skies are animate with change”. Change sweeps through our days,. Some things gained,. There are no words. For this sorrow,. The end of a bright thread. Lost too soon,. Too early, to us. A grander design plays out,. Weaving in and over,. Threads we cannot grasp. My heart aches, selfishly,. But also for the keener loss. Anguish and gratitude,. Not enough time, but,. Sacred, beautiful moments we had. No consolation can I offer,. You a...
