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Dancing Around Graves ([broken] poems from old notebooks—August, 1998)

I have seen enough funerals suspended in these trembling flowered fogbanks here where the sun struggles to touch rough-textured faces of rocks & delicate open-pored trees Death has kept me dancing here until I have become almost graceful sidestepping long … Continue reading

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untitled ([broken] poems from old notebooks, February 2002)

Forgive me, love, if my words are hard. They are hard because they come hard, Dug from the hidden places, the dark spaces, Where I’ve kept every savoured shard Of desire, hope, and truth in stasis. Forgive me, love, if … Continue reading

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When it Rains, Boys (whisky’s the sun) (poems from old notebooks, 2004? 2005?)

Whisky! Whisky’s the nectar, boys, and whether you gentrify it by taking it neat from a short glass in small sips delicate as a hummingbird hovering in a garden of red flowers in lyric bloom on an August late afternoon, … Continue reading

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Re: Sunbeams, Etc., from Letters to the Enemy; a hypochondrial correspondence ([broken] poems from old notebooks, 2005 – 2010)

This poem got lost in its own obstinate obscurity, and will never be finished. So…I guess it’s finished then. Re: Sunbeams, Etc., from Letters to the Enemy; a hypochondrial correspondence Dear Enemy, Things are well in hand. For example, today … Continue reading

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