Astringent

As the cherries blossomAnd the apple trees,And the nightingale unsleeps,The chatter of gulls grows more earlyAnd the cats yowl higher in branches,My heart wondersWhere you’ve goneWhyThe bitter fragrance of the bird-cherries Brings me cold,Unbreakable from my memory,And why I longFor the black, tart berriesTo put in my sourdough bread.I disagree with the blackbirdWhen he announces […]

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chiling out

capture thembetween your thumb and forefingerroll carefully,not breaking the skinto loosen the insides thenremove the stemand slap them on to the boardpress firmly, keep themflat and unmoving,andusing you preferred weapon(I myself use santoku)slice their long conical bodies opento remove their potentialor leave the flat dangerous seedswith the bodywhich you will sliceand diceand toss into your […]

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Darker, then sideways

Darker, then sideways The blackbird takes up the Last Post at twilight Blasting the emerging treeline Agreeing to dusk. On Mondays, and also left Only the brave know the layout of mind-numbing fear And question, and quest Till there is a map. Diagonally, then ash Starlings compete in casual forms attracting Wives and attention of […]

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Essentially so

Should i apologizefor the tears that burn behind my eyes,when the dreams bringstrange screams to the surfacelike bloated corpses floatingup against the inches-thick ice in a lake, clickingtheir blunted fingers underneaththe roughness, not waiting tillit would get warmer, to befree of the confines, to let thingsGo. Should i apologizefor the tears and silencein my eyes, […]

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Just about now in the year

Dear Mother, When you were alive, you had a flare for languages. So I hope you now know all of them and can read this. In the language of my heart. The thing is, I miss you. I am not good at talking about this, just like you were, so we are the same here, […]

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flowery language

let’s walk a camomile, you and I,avoiding violets, trying onfoxgloves, listening to bluebells. and when we cowslip, let’s nettlethe random memories daisy;then knapweed a little. and grinding cornflower, wemight mullein the good gracesand accept a buttercup,meadowsweetened for those who primrose. our loosestrife might campionthe burnet times beyondand we’d selfheal, thyme moving ontill we grow sage […]

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five and twenty

there are moments when i wonder if anyone has ever tried doing a CDA of the texts of the Christmas songs. or how the theology of Christmas songs has changed. Because some of the texts are so sweet they make me sick. and others are not about Christmas. no, I do not have a Christmas […]

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24

moths have blind eyes printed on their wings quietly rustling grey on brown spreading spooky whispers in the shadows growing longer among the shrouds of mist a shade more a shade less a dance weaving in and out of forgetfulness

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twenty-three

winter solstice. the sun goes to the underside of the flat earth, and we wonder if it will come out again. the bottom of the flat earth is tremendously sticky.

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twenty-one

let’s build a tent from the laundry rack, let’s build chess-men armies and attack the stuffed toys with marbles. we can have little Lego mountains to scale and cook griddle-cakes on a makeshift fire with green-peas. let us travel out to somewhere west of the map and draw two moons in the sky and be […]

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Nineteen

one feather fluttered, weightless to the basement of the world the unnoticed looked at the non-existent, to- gether they gathered the fluff without containers the bird of heaven warped in the cold shrugged and flew on another down feather precipitated, carried by wind and gravity down, a-down, a-downity-down to the invisible people at the basement […]

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sixteen

an image of the fragrance of oregano, as i dream neverending pasta dreams, meat conspicuously absent, dragging with strings of cheese attached to spicy memories coughed up like too much anise or liquorice, sickly sweet, with a tinge of balsamic vinegar in their wake bitter recollections, reeking of things half-forgotten, intensely unforgiven and cold, cold […]

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Fifteen

Χαίρετε ἐν κυρίῳ πάντοτε (Phil. 4:4a) Gaudete in Domino semper (Vulgate) Joy ye in the Lord evermore (Wycliffe) Celebrate God all day, every day (The Message) There.

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Fourteen

i thought of posting a single word today. but maybe i’ll leave that word for tomorrow. today i guess is time to consider something much disputed in this town recently. family values. No. Traditional Family Values. we have been recently reminded (please, look at some of the slogans) that there is such a thing as […]

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thirteen

we who exist in the linear time: how are we the same, how do we differ from the time-spaces before and after us?

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Twelve

Witch-hunt. In time of darkness, or simple murkiness, people envy those who see. This envy might take different forms, from the polite venomous, ‘of course you know better,’ to the outrightly open ‘kill the witch’. The people, the internet trolls, the scathing commenters, the ones who simply have nowhere to vent their steam are summarily […]

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Eleven

what is important and what is prominent are three different things. believe in one, or another, die defending one or another, the prominent and the important are very different things.

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Ten

the leaves gone brown outside under the trees, you called the supine moon a cheese-boat floating in berry-blue sky, target unknown full of reflected light, almost edible; that time i was a dragon meltingly-hot, and hungry for flight wide-winged and silver; your boat challenged me, it looked tasty; by your word i soared high, a […]

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Nine

the best of all possible worlds. (Leibniz) this one. here. this is the best of all possible worlds. with this formulation, it is not important, how many or how placed the worlds are in relation to each other, whether they are reachable or only hypothetical. of course, one might challenge Leibniz’s criteria for comparison and all sort […]

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Eight

the head empty of all but brain and maybe some blood sloshing through, i try to think elevated. for about two inches.

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Seven

unlike the wonderful Sylvia Plath, i sometimes think i’d like to be a tree. I’d like to be , well, no, not vertical (that too, of course), but a tree. so i wrote this: maybe i am a tree between the up there and down here, and down some more. like a spruce, my roots […]

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