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The Speed of Now

Posted on December 8, 2003 by John

The axes of this world will stay their course; and with them, our velocity remains a constant, knowing time but not remorse. The humming center holds to its refrain and with its gentle song, eases the pain of steady transformation, … Continue reading →

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To Love Without Words is to Lie to Life

Posted on December 7, 2003 by John

In this unspoken space where lovers, mute, imagine beyond thought a world to come, one comes to rest upon the hardest truth: faced with a simple word you are struck dumb, and know to speak of it and not to lie … Continue reading →

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Blacksmithing

Posted on December 4, 2003 by John

for LJ user occipitaldruid Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, from The Village Blacksmith If you would have your … Continue reading →

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There Is No Mundane

Posted on December 3, 2003 by John

The clock will stop that human hands must wind; its mechanized contrivances will fail, and in those precious seconds between time the boundary between the worlds is frail. On one side, secret lands where shadows pale; and on the other, … Continue reading →

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How Fragile Is This World

Posted on December 2, 2003 by John

for LJ user i_dread How delicate the web that occupies us, spider-like, in our attempts to mend and build this world before the binding dries. We toil from waking to each day’s end, constructing fragile lanterns for our light that … Continue reading →

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New Love

Posted on December 2, 2003 by John

Each love, when new, burns with a lusty fire; it feeds on what it finds without regret, and warms the soul upon a glowing pyre, not thinking on those things not happened yet. Wrapped in the arms of amorous delight, … Continue reading →

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Poetry On Demand

Posted on December 1, 2003 by John

why can’t i clean the palette with a wide stroke of the pen, and then when the tabla is inky black use a beam of light to form new words that leave their silver traces in the fading mist of … Continue reading →

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