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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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Centerpiece of Meaning
What is knowledge if it is not shining down upon her face Who is to know, who is to know To the canvas from which color leaps she is the gesso, I imagine it so I imagine it so What … Continue reading
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We Danced in Circles
Prelude from that volcano Red hot words flew up from the caldera and with applause fell in confetti flakes of ash. Drifting through the metal haze, softening down in dirty velvet waves of sheets to become pressed and rubbed and … Continue reading
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In the Scorch of Love
Looking into the lens of his eyes she pleas, “Where did my poet go? When did our paths part?” Her questions echo in emptiness, for the poems had drained from her spacious heart. He left her in the storm of … Continue reading
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The Pillars of the Ride
(Day 9 of the Ramadan Riding series) 1. There is No Bike Path, but One Bike Path. There is no path, but one path, no matter which direction you go or how many trails you ride – even across separate … Continue reading
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The Cycle of Dreams
I fell asleep upon the pains of my gone-forever past with your heart for my pillow until I dreamed at last. As my head rose and fell with your silent passing breaths, the deeper my hopes would drift beyond the … Continue reading
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