Malduguns

Kad debesu svins miltos pārtop, Kad domas slīd, slepeni kāšos kārdamās, un aizplēn nenosauktas — Egles un vientuļi vītoli pastiepj mūžīgu zaļumu iepretim blāvu mākoņu atspulgiem. Vēl solis. Veļi veļas kamolos, kopus nes sniega putekļos tumšu zemeņu smaržu (ak, piedegušās vasaras). Nāc, teci kā malduguns atmiņu purvājos, visus akačos aizvildams, kamēr debesu dzirnas maļ, maļ, […]

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not raining too much

tremor. black fingers extend from hands broken at the end of dark arms, limbs, crowded by fallen leaves, unattached, doomed to flopping along as the wind sings, threshing the empty floors. again. beat black fingers from broken hands against the dark limbs outstretched onto the pale mists sheathing silent moonrays. Once more. faintly grow into […]

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irreverently

that one thing for certain — all in existence stands firm against passing — like buttercups in the middle of streams transient, fragile, willing to do what it takes to survive. little yellow-headed stalks breaking the running crystal, etching the neverending V for Vita brevis est, for victory, for the day when silence burns sunlight. […]

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star-sharpened stones

As stones sit In the dusty autumn grass, I can see them grow, Give birth to stars. Once a volcano’s heart, They crystallised, And broke and went Out to be quarried. Now they catch Onto the sun’s heat and joy With freshly-cut prisms And inlets of quartz. Transparent, ready to jump At the first inkling […]

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to Him of the hosts of heaven

I love you. You make the leaves Glow yellow in the lamplight Whilst all the city hastens From work, and towards home and death That doth us part. I love you. You attach Five-pointed flattened gems To shine under the light- polluted sky above us all So dark and distant. I love you. You stop […]

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droplets of sun

Standing under the yellow maples in October rain Is like standing inside the sun — only cold, but the light is there; The rain splatters, the leatherly leaves crackle and sing, And depart like little comets melting nowhere; The grey of the sky becomes less low and oppressed As if the leaves filtered out All that is dim […]

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underpinned

Let me select, From a list, uninterrupted, A sheet of moonlit rain, Add hail And welcome you to the darker days. The leatherly leaves Have left, unrecovered, Their posts up high And blackbirds Compete with starlings and crows. Untie my eyes So that we see, unchallenged The song of going under, And stay Still amongst […]

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to a tree in September

You too grow yellow as the sun enters the equinox. The shadows cut sharp against the pale clouds merged with the haze Where the sea breathes Another storm. Your branches lose the whispering weight and turn to silver. Chattering starlings come and throng away whistling an almost wedding song. The seeds have scattered for small […]

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Metonīmijas

Vienu baltu rozi, Kad viss pārējais nozied – Pār kritušām lapām, Kad ēnas kļūst gaŗas, Kad elpojam atvasaru, Un saule pār takām. Vienu zaļu ērkšķi, Ko apcirstā vāzē iemērkt Pie melnām saknēm, Vienu siltu roku Zem kailajiem kokiem, Kad rudens atnāk Raudzīties zvaigznēs, Kur dvēseles aiznes Vējš garām kapiem.

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the taboo words

and so i said – i will die one day, that’s a fact. and my colleagues at work went berserk with ‘shush, don’t say so’ and ‘you do not mean it’, and ‘how can you say so, we must think of living forever’. and i thought – why should i succumb to the cult of […]

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not fallen off the map

status update: i have not fallen off the map. i’ve been under influence. of a creepy virus, freely donated by countless students. when i am not asleep, or in class, i read. and suddenly here was this need to quote this to the wide world, which is limited only by my perception: 6.43 If good […]

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rain

is a sign of autumn, the smell of raw water in the nostrils of all people splashing, hurrying, covering themselves improperly in umbrellas and raincoats. rain reminds. of thick morning fogs skewered by sunshine, the fragrant sod, freshly cut open, and potatoes, pale and moist, just discovered, ripe to be picked. rain sloshes up thoughts, […]

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wrong

it seems  there are three realms of occupations where every member of public feels the obligation to contribute advice, know better or pronounce the professionals wrong by default. Teaching, Healing and Spiritual ministry. everyone knows what the professionals should do and how they should act and how not to. here’s the catch: why the uneducated, […]

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healing

well, i had another epic tumble down a flight of stairs last sunday. now i look like an ill-drawn map, all blackish, plum-colour, bruises-starting-to heal. and i have been feeling so sleepy.  and misanthropic. the best healing for me is this: no human people around, regardless of their attitude. loads of sleep. loads of hot, […]

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the small places we come from

wind scoops handfuls of coloured leaves and carries them up towards the pure indigo of the maple-lit autumn; they glow in lamplight, as the quarter-moon cuts a triangular window across the clouds, and then remain somewhere there, big stones in the endless river of sky. the small places we come from, little more than so […]

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apple memories

skeins of geese calling, mingling over fresh-rent potato earth, your hands, bruised from too much mechanics pick up another one the crate full of fragrances almost unliftable; memories enter and leave like the birds of flight swooshing through the air.

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a note

when tradition meets common sense, common sense has to go. it is amazing, really amazing, to what lengths people would go to do as has been done before. look at the lemmings. they traditionally jump from the rocks. right into the sea.  

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rose vs. begonia

roses look cool, and are interesting to raise. begonias look green and red and white and yellow, and are not presumptuous. but if asked to choose between them, i will probably say that i like chrysanthemums best. those shaggy, yellow or white, heavy-headed flowers with the bitter smell. kiku-no-hana.

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