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Category Archives: Poems

Beautiful problem

July 3, 2016

* You have the beautiful problem of all willing early risers: to own time, fully before reality starts. So much space …

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Woodland Textiles

June 26, 2016

[Totleigh Barton, October 2015 | exercise in style]

Goddess

May 18, 2016

   

Brujas are less tall

April 27, 2016

Brujas are less tall Their clothes are dirtier Their nails bloodier Their feet less small. Witches speak louder They grin …

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Hole

April 20, 2016

How do you write a black hole ? How do you draw it, in words? ~  I cannot write about it …

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Niebla roja

April 20, 2016

Beach everywhere

April 18, 2016

Broken grammar

April 18, 2016

No words. Never out loud. But the plate is smashed against the kitchen tiles. There was also a teapot, some …

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On fire

April 15, 2016

Quick, the sky is on fire An atomic sunrise is on its way. But this landscape seems used to it. …

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The accountant

April 7, 2016

My grandfather was one. By destiny, rather than choice. Beautiful liquid handwriting flowing on aligned paper telling 423 7,854.1 15 …

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