bloody time

how time sticks like unwanted blood, to the fingers, a blotch, spreading, seeping, invading the cracks of the moment. one breath, another, the clocks move sunwise, ticking off the remnants of life. how time flickers like a ghostly flame in the kitchen cooking up mysteries, slowly progressing, creeping all over memories like some ivy, strangling, […]

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unspoken

i’ll speak of recipes, autumn tang in the air, the first yellow strands in the birch-green, starling songs inappropriately sharp for the time of the year; of all small things packed with the promise of bigness, significant only because it’s a background to the elephant not in the room; i will discuss pottery, maybe, poetry, […]

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Fragilities

A butterfly drinks His only summer from bluebells. So subtle, so velvet his wings, The wind stops and draws A deepest breath. On that side of the multiverse Rainforest listens, Glaciers get ready, Piranhas sharpen their teeth. Only the white bones on a sunlit beach Remember no hurricanes.

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Samson

When it rains, The little cat sits in the window, Watching. The choices are ours to make And some are honest mistakes Like the rain falling in sheets. He does not know how Vapour rises, how long It takes for the clouds to grow heavy. The love we fall for, that Strikes like lightning, so […]

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warbling

the voice, over the green, beyond the smell of a stale river, a clear flute of the evening come early enter the leafy temple: the alders will give way, the aspens rejoice, the birches, smile and say — listen to lindens lisp see how the osiers preen up to be seen by you — the […]

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Sinking

Scatter the ashes Where the snows used to be, Where the summers sang Full of bees, Scatter the ashes When it rains without rainbows, When the leaves are dry, Crushed underfoot, Let the grey fly As the violets blossom, As the black grouse Dance in the fields, Take up the gritty Coarse, unwieldy substance, All […]

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pietura naktī

Klausījos, kā vilciens nolaižas uz sliedēm; te mana pietura – naktī, kaķu dziesmās un putnu aurēšanā. Liepas piejauca medus smaržu sikspārņu dejām; kad tevi vairs negaida, atliec sīknagus vecas mājas spārēs, Jasmīnu ziedlapas putēja nesakārtoti, viss krustu šķērsu rakstos, lietus iesistos pelēkā zemes palagā. Ko tava uguns gribēja, tumsā plaiksnīdama? Nepratu salasīt, ai, neprāta mīlestība […]

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