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Whisper | Snapshot Poem
Listen. It’s a new moon night. There is no light to be heard falling on fresh snow. Snow drifting down so quietly you hearnothing. Listen. Distant electric humming under the evening silence. A fountain trickles beneath the ice. Far away, geesecall to one another across the slow river. Listen harder. Do you hear it?… Continue reading
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Let us examine the symbolism of dreams
The falling dream. The flying dream.The dream in which you lose your teeth. The abandoned kittens, the lost dogs, the infant floating in its cradle on the lake. The woman weeping, alone, in the forest. The beast with an urgent message, a critical missive you don’t understand. You fall, and someone offers his hand.… Continue reading
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Snapshot Poem
the moon is darkthe ground is icei shall let my hair grow out in a tangle i shall dance in my rags on the high streetthe moon is dark the ice is black on the boulevards i shall cut the fingers from my tattered gloves i shall pull at my hair its knots and… Continue reading
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