carnivores wear pink

The sun at an angle to the slowly revolving earth, she sits pink on a street-lamp all posed, dark wingtips neatly crossed, eyes straight ahead. The wind whirls some snow and untidies the ground: a glint of something fur-frozen, a glimpse of something worth possessing — Heart, bent on conquest, gives stretch to the wings, […]

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Ziema kā ziema

Ir tālums blāvs Un debess gaiši zila, Un koku pirksti Sarmā balti stāv Vēl vēja nav, Un saule slīpiem stariem No sniega atlec Priežu skujās degt Tu taku min Un zilas pēdas paliek Starp kūlas kušķiem Sērsna trausla dzinkst Un nerūp vairs Ne līčloči, ne virziens Kad soli solī Brienu taviem līdz Kur tālums blāvs […]

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Pale green and orange

Pale green, then orange Flash upon black. Something white flutters — The ground is touched. The ground trembles Ever so slightly, to open The eyes of tulip-tubers And daffodils, snowdrops And those little seeds forgotten By sparrows and the occasional squirrel. Orange is not true, only Grown under a glass roof In a micro-world, attended […]

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cup half–

the sky was undercast, the weather suddenly clement, couth birds chirped underhead and crows were so caring. trees, inrooted by ages threw down witness in standstill dressed their branches in nothing, eyes widely shut. some gainly adolescents shared a pipe of war, snowdrops looked on-white whilst the first shoots turned purple like the sun setting […]

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branching

do I grow in my sleep deeper into you, my end, my beginning? do my roots shoot right where you are, my earth and my minerals? does my night reflect your bright nuclear combustion? when I grow deeper roots into you, my beginning, my truth.

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ziemas pusē

Mīļo viking*, nu beidzot Arī šai pusē ziema. Velk tāds kā zempūtis Visur — no jumtiem Pār ielām un krūmiem Un apaļiem zvirbuļiem Nārsta vārnām un vientuļiem Kraukļiem — pulverīgs baltums. Sniegu laukumos smaržo pēc apsēm Egles pilnas ar sarmu Tikai pelēkais paliek Cauri puteņa līčloču rakstiem Un zīlītes dzied tur augšā Ozola zaros tik […]

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a pale view of gulls

it’s snowing again making the sky pale some featherly, some finely ground flakes obscure the antics of all the world’s seagulls rejoicing in flight white on white, and grey upon grey outlined by black pinions the gulls soar avoiding the descent of criss-cross crystals whilst the very indistinct crows hold on to the weeping branches […]

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