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Monthly Archives: August 2016
Still Nothing to Say
Every dereliction of duty Each hesitation One moment of indecision in a shifting wind, finds me swaying in your mirror again, I pause and then… Every button that slips silently Into its hole reminds me of this quiet kismet, game … Continue reading
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Wild Inside
Languid lips, creased in soft repose sealing secrets there enclosed that only a kiss reveals. Blooms ponceau, One might imagine worlds beyond where the corners curl of a mouth that’s closed and wild inside. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle
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Diya
I stared into the high noon sun, until I became blinded by all but its memory. Then I stared into that memorial as if it were my only one, until not even the darkness could be seen. When I could … Continue reading
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Asleep with Dragonfly
This habit of lying on the ground outside placing my ear to the earth. So one warm fall day I found myself in the arboretum, my face nuzzled into the breath of the forest floor; I became intoxicated by the sweet attar of … Continue reading
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Give Away What You Love: The Feather and the Mirror
I read a friends accounting of her meeting with an artisan named Calisto, a traditional Hawai’ian woodworker. He drove up to her house one day to buy a wheelbarrow from her. Both she and Calisto immediately knew that their coming … Continue reading
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