December 2010
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my thirst, my desire without end, my wavering road
I live my life in growing orbits, which move out over the things of the world. Perhaps I can never achieve the last, but that will be my attempt. I am circling around God, around the ancient tower, and I have been circling for a thousand years, and I still don’t know if I am a falcon, or a storm, or a great song. Rainer Maria Rilke
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the sky full of asterisks, always referring me...
Angler by Richard Hoffman
After all this time it’s still a toss-up: the fish down deep in the dark some days won’t even nibble. I don’t know why.
My line light test, the best, the most expensive kind, I rest my rod on a forked stick: laughing or crying I am always
standing on a soggy bank at night, the sky full of asterisks, always referring me back down here.
The planet’s orbits, the moon’s...
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She remembers that night, back before work began,...
The Source of Memory by Ann Knox
Adam woke from sleep and found her watching him. They looked in silence not yet knowing fear, surprise or even how to address the other or how to shape a question. He picked a fig and handed it to Eve. She felt its weight, the skin’s roughness and the soft give to her touch. She bit and a sweet tide flooded her tongue. Later when they sat together under a...
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Idra Novey: A History in Six Couplets
blizzardsneverseenthedesertsand:
Called a bird, the distant dying city died as a bird. Dogs circled it, gray mud caked on their haunches. And all around, a kind of tilting. All around, chunks of concrete like torn bread. When asked about hunger, the children replied with hunger. When asked about birds, they opened their mouths to the sky.
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Your body is full of lizards. All of them love the...
Everyday of our life together Ecclesiastes cancels a line of his book.
The world is awake tonight It is lying on its back with its eyes open Your eyes are still warm, like beds time has slept in. All hundred and fifty psalms roar hallelujah. Yehuda Amichai
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Lauren Bull - Tortoise Shell Eyes.
I visited my...
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“Christianity is a faith that has no interest in power or no meaning in an...”
– Sufjan Stevens (via fuckyeahsufjanstevens)
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When you went away I went crazy. I was wild with...
II Two Horses I thought the sun breaking through Sangre de Cristo Mountains was enough, and that wild musky scents on my body after long nights of dreaming could unfold me to myself. I thought my dance alone through worlds of odd and eccentric planets that no one else knew would sustain me. I mean I did learn to move after all and how to recognize voices other than the most familiar. ...
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Let him make sure the dreams are loose before the...
Threshing the Fire Jack Gilbert
…. II. Love like chunks of an animal. Clothes ripped off and clothes drawn aside. Bodies like cries from the ocean. Hearts like unkeeled Jerusalem.
Italian breasts under brambles in Perugia. My youth clandestinely in the palazzo. Stumbling into love, bewildered by the storms of me. Soft beauty.
Beyond youth after, and my heart augmenting. (Stronger, she said...
