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Tag Archives: distance
Just Like That
I wish to communicate. Alas, fate does not desire that we should speak today; instead it blocks our way with fire, which we perceive as brute force. It’s not, of course, merely smoke; but feel – its flames do not … Continue reading
Posted in Poems
Tagged anger, awdl gywydd, communication, distance, time, Welsh verse forms
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Ginger Freed from Wall Singing
Won’t you me the dance out of reaching your space into nothing close where longing breeds its sorrow armor (amour)? Drum talks your babel tonguing instinct-burnt incessancy; naturalized immortalifications reduced to venial chancery in the cold light of reminder. My … Continue reading
Posted in Poems
Tagged dancing, disillusion, distance, Fred Astaire, Ginger Rogers, illusions, longing, love
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Just Go Away
Doctor, I am feeling ill; I’ve eaten all my young, touring the coast of Africa, going through the longboats with a fine-tooth comb. I’m a debutante at the Ball of Confusion, filling fishbowls with the Water of Life, burning the … Continue reading
Posted in Conversations, Poems, Statements
Tagged confusion, distance, frustration, longing, relationships, struggles
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River Road
Down at the end of river road the houses show off concrete knees, with skirts drawn just above the mud that creeps up through the Augustine beginning early June. Some rivers, when they start, seem nothing like their parent ocean’s … Continue reading