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 CHOOSE YOUR WORDS WISELY USE THEM PRECISELY SPEAK THEM CONCISELY TURNS OUT QUITE NICELY [read more] |
 Ochre Ledger, Folding Sky arkayye I write in the margin where the ink has already bled— naming the river only by the sound it makes... [read more] |
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Fivefold Ledger of the Unfinished Map arkayye I write in the margin where the ink has already bled— naming the river only by... [read more] |
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On the Transiberian (Moscow behind us; ahead, Vladivostock), we wondered if we would find a Soviet necropolis crammed with bureaucrats, func... [read more] |
 Tonight no more holding back One on one at last they will unleash it all Naked heat on heat It will be without a doubt a night to remember G... [read more] |
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Both of us engorge simultaneously as Seth sheds clothing: shoes, suit jacket, tie, shirt. pleated slacks, thong (pink silk)---keeping... [read more] |
 My heart is shattered into pieces Like fragile glass that never ceases Every promise left me bleeding Every word cut deep with meaning... [read more] |
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When the Ice Found Them They had never learned the grammar of frost— their tongues shaped for rainwater, their backs for the press o... [read more] |
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"sloths in the snow" We move like the hour hand’s shadow— not the hand itself— through a white that forgets our names. ... [read more] |
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I am grateful every time I take a walk along the shore, in a forest, up a mountain when across their paths I’m lucky enough to... [read more] |
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May we be blessed throughout our life whenever and wherever we can… to find and enjoy places that have yet to be rearranged by man... [read more] |
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Have you ever wondered why we were created? if you haven’t take a moment to reminisce and while you’re at it ask yourself ... [read more] |
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From the Nile to the Tiber River, Kaisarion had traveled. Not a taker but a giver, (unlike his ruthless cousin, Octavian), no power wa... [read more] |
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Letter from the Edge (departure and severance) I have left without leaving. The streets still know my name, but my tongue has... [read more] |
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You are considered, even relegated, to the crowd of the impoverished, likely illiterate; their ranks, beneath consideration of the genteel p... [read more] |