Balošana

Manas cilts grāmatas Pēdējās lapās Daudz sarkanu pēdu: Kam četri pirksti, kam trīs, Ir pat kas velk tā uz vārnām. Medību pēdas un retas Saulrieta iedobes niedrājā — Sīki atzibšņi ūdeņu krēpēs, Vēja nospiedums ausmas rasā. Ko pēdas prasa. Palikt grāmatā vēl kādu Collu, vēl sprīdi, pirms To aizveŗ un pazaudē dubļos. Pāršķir vāku, iesējumā […]

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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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of gods and cats

He was in the world, and the world came into being through him; yet the world did not know him. He came to what was his own, and his own people did not accept him. But to all who received him, who believed in his name, he gave power to become children of God, who […]

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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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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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headlights

the red blotch on the asphalt was not. could not be. red. more of the grey. grainy and rough, like a dead puddle. the road-marks kept silence and shone in the dark till the cars all left and their headlights with them. in the dark, all red is black. what will remain when/as the liquid […]

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