Tag: poem
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Little Reminders
Little Reminders No. 1, paper collage, 2023 poetry is a walking meditation in a word: mayhem being: a laundromat of syllables nonbeing: the unspeakable tragedy of a misplaced sock to laugh, or not to laugh to close my eyes and seek the proofs of living a full moon, obscene as an overripe fruit a metaphor…
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What Are You Waiting For?
Orange Fields Are Forever, paper collage, 2023 there’s a time to be earthysensual, like a bellto beat hammers on the moon and grab at a crust of lightning with both handsthat, someone whispers, isthe essence of poetrya never-ending springtime of unanswerable questionsthe premise of our selvesdrifting through unopened windowsand marching home to scrub the dishes…
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Wasted
The Space Between, paper collage, 2023 morning is wasted on the young, or the young at heart being is erasure a crisis of stars an old woman once told me in a dream, or not in a dream that our best memories are wasted on the asphalt of living i believe her. a hawk cries…
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Brevity
The Boat, collage on vintage postcard, 2022 today, there are boats in the window today, a bird today, my body is a lost pair of slippers today, like a sliver of pineapple tomorrow, an innuendo of blank spaces tomorrow, like a ballet of hands tomorrow, on a street identical to this one i will look…
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What Then?
Contemplation, paper collage, 2022 i. today we are sudden today between birds like spoons in stormy weather ii. the comings-and-goings-of coffee cups the caricature of a violent, bohemian spring a love that is not love, a yellow t-shirt that is and, at once, refuses to be the stars wrinkle, elbows defy meaning suppose, for a…
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Unknowing
The Truth Has No Name, paper collage, 2022 unknowingness is a pencil on a sheet of paper an astronaut is a slip of the tongue nothing that comes from this world has ever been a horizon the nameless sensations of a cup of coffee laughing now, in my hands unknowing as two bluebirds this afternoon,…
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Elixir
Elixir, paper collage, 2022 i’m in the mood for roots wind in waterthe dust across my tonguewe touch handswe make footprintswe recognizean autumn leaf like an outstretched hand seems to say, fly high with the foxesoh, but honey, the phoenix is face downthe wine is half-emptyyour lover is dressed in expensive clothesand you, firm in…
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Blank Faces
Wildflowers, paper collage, 2022 (three short poems, or one poem in three parts in no particular order) i. what beginning? a cup of coffee a weather report but then the silence would be too much ii. an image has certitude; a mockingbird is surer of itself than that a pair of yellow socks dangle from…
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Spacekeepers
Where We Belong, paper collage, 2022 the clouds are gearing up a hurricane or perhaps a handkerchief the light stutters, a blackjack of ladybugs cross-legged in a field, i ask myself is there a war outside this bed? i am afraid the gardens in these eyes are more existential than real and even the bones…
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Edge
Edge, paper collage, 2022 a phone booth; a field of fireflies what we choose to leave; what leaves us writes, “to transcend the frail bonds of consciousness” the proximity of remorse the rancor of an unworn pair of shoes I’m very much enjoying the process of making poetry and collage together. And it is, I…
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