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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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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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-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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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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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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four

the sun lies low, hugging the horizon, its rays flat, lowered, angling for the last strands of the green on the mud-beset ground. only the lichen shine back from the craggy brown apple-trees. in a fork, brightly a raven’s feather, a pike of metallic sheen, vibrating with the wind’s breath. the sun coldly withers and […]

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akāciju palags*

Paklusē kopā ar mani – kā Dievs Savās debesīs klusē. Pasēdi tumsā tepat, ne Manā, ne citā pusē. Tālāk nāk lietus Un ziedoši zari, Un rīti vienmēr par agru, Un bēgoši pavasaŗi. Saosties gandrīz kā kaķis, Kas savējos pazīst. Atļauj klusumam aizaugt Kā pļavai ar dadžiem. Nav jau tā, Ka vārdi kā grozs; Ar troksni […]

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not back again

Call me Ishmael. None of us Will leave this place alive. This darkness will not end the tunnel Our heartbeats illuminate. These Steps close up the distance From one wall to another. Like So many stitches, out of time. And in the near-light one hears The sand-devils dance, rough Rotating quartz on your face and […]

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the last full moon

someone took all that sunlight and crammed into the moon. no, i have disremembered how it felt to raise my muzzle toward that ball and release my emptiness ina linear sound. i lost my grey claws among lady’s mantles, trapped in the dew. hollow, a shell howled by night’s breeze this is how i freeze […]

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Untimely

You have come home to a winter, My starling, To the blades of grass Enamelled in frost; The clouds have grizzled over A terrain of brown trees Leaflessly dreaming, Bereft of sap. Child of celestial bodies, now Where’s your worm, When even the crows Duel in hunger In a wind harsh and stripping Away the […]

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season

that chattering in the apple-tree, as the sun sets all in greys and purples, the sound of displaced gravel as someone expected asphalt, what was that metallic twang? and then the air went wild. it carried untimely fragrances and the tiniest bit of a stink, it broke into lungs, and then broke out, broke out […]

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Longing for snow

How linear. The rain Which washes the trees, Also washes the frog and me. We stare at one another, The tree buds eyes, The frog bubbles up to sing. Emerald light dissolves All that is green and dancing; The buds open a little, and close, We all should sleep in this cold. Straight to the […]

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imperatives

building bridges. so simple: this is This Side, and that be the Other Side. find material(s) appropriate to (the) circumstance(s) or is it environment? maybe finances? well, who actually cares, find it, be done. make plans. consider all parties involved, this side and that, and forget about the river itself or the life therein. bridges […]

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Tensions

A drop of rain-water Looks like a ball, waiting To crash, spread out, interrupt The tensions of its surface. As the sun slings low Cutting a slice of cloud-covered Gloom in half. Sea-gulls Flock together, orange on grey And crying. Who has forgotten The names we all grew into, Empty, meaningless notions, Chunks of mist, […]

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Reading (in) the dark

Do you read in the dark? Signs and sigils of those Who knew the songs long ago, Who took their life’s blood To etch their story in stone? In the dark, do you read The subtle slides in meaning Between what was and what Might have been, a scale For a multiplex symphony? You in […]

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Plaukti

Tu ienāci man prātā Kā tādā sētā, pa vārtiņiem, Sarūsējušām eņģēm čīkstot. Nodrebēja zedeņi, satrūkās Putni, mošķuļi pavēra acis — Tu ienāci man prātā — Es — apmaldījos. Tu iekriti man sirdī. Tā, izrādās, bija caurums. Lamatas neapslēptas, Milzu bedre, kur kādreiz bij asfalts, Plakana, pelēka peļķe: Tu iekriti man sirdī — Es — pazaudējos. […]

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archaeology

One day, digging up the forest floor, They will stumble upon something white. Something hard to identify, even to tell apart From the peat moss and mycelium, something Brittle and crumbling, even delicate To the exploring fingers. It will stain whatever it touches, So they will not forget The strange encounter. Today, though, it is […]

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quis custodiet

fishing emotions like little kittens out of a box by the scruff of their neck, sorting. blind, slightly wet, wrinkled from just being born, sniffing the uncommon air with you watching. their mother is anxious, disturbed by your actions, the attention each one of them gets, what fate. some will be drowned. some will lose […]

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Sapped

There are words, those heard when the trees stand bare and open to elements, Words for the dark and daring and the roots. Heard from the heard of pedestrians as they stumble in streets, muttered, bitten off by the fall. The trees keep their bark closer as the light fails all over the planet: the […]

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lietū raudāt ir vieglāk

man bija trīs kastaņi, Tev — sauja ievziedu rūgtu; un mums pa vidu vasara, sutīga, nenoplūkta. griezes iespraucās augustā, pērkoni gāzās un gāzās, lauki jau kļuva zeltaini, kurmji svinēja kāzas… vienu velēnu zemāk, zem puķu sarautām saknēm, tur viņi nesaskārās, dziedāja, saskandinājās. starp tārpiem un trūdvielām lēnām pacēlās saskaņa. Man bija sauja kastaņu, Tev — […]

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