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"Don't like that at all," says Jill. "Neither do I," say Jab. "I like the one about the little soulworms that fly out of the nest for the resurrection. Jill's got one inside her too...... More »
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Alone, I write, practice music, compose on the computer and make colorful graphic things. I cook chickpeas and lentils and record my experiments for sharing. I blog. meditate and practice guru yoga. I imagine all... More »
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What did you say Your voice is faint. Where is the smell of roses? Your face blurs like the clouds. I cannot say the words. I fall. Rushing water, Fire into fire, dissolve In the... More »
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Unstrung the knot of my heart, Loosed the chords that held me, Let slip the quick fish of memory, To flash in the green sea depths, Among uncounted schools: Alive, nameless, free In the vast expanse... More »
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I heard you call, in long past Hours of forgotten August. You were quick and pretty then, Before the seasons gift was spent. You call me still. . . My love still, calling, You gave... More »
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What Day was it when the cracked star fell, Spitting embers into the coal dark sky? That night became an ambulance howling, and dawn filled the empty grave with rain. We stood among strangers in... More »
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I remember , you were breathless on the beach from running, sand in your shoes, A Black feather in your hand, from some sea crow. You said we could make a pen, If we plunged... More »
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The cold ground welcomed us Viburnum spread at our feet The bright stream rode high, And mossy banks sheltered us. From the violence of spring. --- Unexpected rain fills the culverts Amphibians cry in the... More »
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We never spoke often enough: Of puppets and of plays. Our conversations fed my heart. Ashes scattered on The Fells Where the wild mushrooms grow.
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The dead speak for them selves. Insects in the ossuary, The gentle encroachement Of lichen on the Marble The absense of Your presence. Banish the notion that All of us will perish. Hold fast your... More »
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