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Bent the StringsWhen I struggle withBent the Strings
The chords, my voice cracks and breaks- A pained melody, Born from lack of practice, but
It's not my fingers that bleed.


In MemoriamMy Fluffy Biscuit You talked to spoons, forks, and knives Warmed my lap and heart.In Memoriam


The Warmth of WinterThe biting air that stings my cheeks Warms my thoughts, For I know that I have just the excuse I need To use my fireplace. To gather logs from the neglected woodpile And build a carefully stacked Funeral pyre to Summer. With the first fire I take stock of the time that passed Since last a blaze inhabited my hearth. The flame leaps From the match to the kindling As my memories leap from the crocus and daffodils To tulips then poppies, To daylilies and then the Rose of Sharon. Now the trees in the neighborhood have stripped bare to streak through the upcomThe Warmth of Winter


paradiselet the world contract until there is nothing but these four walls,paradise
the four corners of this clean soft bed
marking the
boundaries of our private universe
and in our seclusion,
we will become
hermits, votaries,
the reclusive inhabitants of a new eden,
and we will love until the walls themselves shake with longing


to clear up your confusioni.to clear up your confusion
Don't even try to reach me now, unless you mean it, unless your skin is crying, unless the back of your eyes are bleeding.
Don't. i'm as inconstant as the weather.
ii.
your hair looks like the center of a sunflower. it's like the sun spinning off the waves when your skin moves and you give that shudder so i know...
iii.
thank god for your mouth, the deep cave, the treasure grove. for the riches,
the sparkling gems that are your teeth, your invisible tongue. for the &n
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rosin your bow, sing your scales
do your lunges
we're going
field-
dancing
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There's always a better poem just out of reach.
Words create situations [link]
The roots of the future run deep [link]
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please stop by sometime
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There's always a better poem just out of reach.
Words create situations [link]
The roots of the future run deep [link]
--
please stop by sometime
[link]
youarerighthereyouhavetakenthespaceoutofmywords
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