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Sky and Water: sedoka

Why is the sky blue except from reflected water stretched between small bits of land? Why is water blue except its depths mirror skies above it, touching everything? 23 MAY 2017 Share This:

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Nothing But Us: echo verse

What happens at the point the point when we get in our lives in our lives where decisively, we choose we choose something to believe in to believe in much greater than ourselves, ourselves, and with surprise we find, we find … Continue reading

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14. See the World, Part 2

A lot of people proudly claim to love the city they live in, or the one they’re originally from. In general, I am not one of those people – and having lived a lot of places across America, I’ve had … Continue reading

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Relativity

Swirling in shadows like an almost barely there hint of suggestion, reach to touch it if you dare. Constants in motion all at once, they’re everywhere. Nothing for granted, but you really just don’t care. Used to be’s, fantasies, lost … Continue reading

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By Aid of Telescope: a kenning poem

Reach out with your eye-spear; the evidence is plain. Out on the great wide sea road we will all meet again. Each underneath the canopy that makes up the star carpet, despite the distances between us we will once again … Continue reading

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Something about a city on a river

There’s something about a city on a river: it could be near the ocean’s coast stuck like a tick on the business end of the delta, or somewhere upstream where the supply ships send their soldiers, sorghum and saltpeter for … Continue reading

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Song within: a cyrch a chwta

The human voice was made to sing; and to the dull roar of life, bring a force that grounds us in all things. From the soprano, giving wing to angel’s tones gone traveling, to basso, low and rumbling: the song … Continue reading

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