winter
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Snapshot Poem 02011 February 09
This morning I interrupted a hawk at his breakfast in my garden. Blood and feathers in the snow. Where there is prey, there will be predators. Snow keeps falling, a swirl of lace outside my windows. Amazing Grace plays on the radio, reminding me that I am wretched. But there is grace. Grace in… Continue reading
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I am wrapped in winter…
I am wrapped in winter. I am not who I was. I am materially different from the yesterday me. I am a pattern of information. I am mostly space. I am mostly not human. I am a crowd of symbionts, parasites, and human cells. I am emergent. I am an illusion. This cold shawl.… Continue reading
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Super Tuesday
I’m recovering from some unpleasant virus — but the timing is good. Here’s my plan for tomorrow: sit in front of the television, watching cable news and sipping comfort food. Yes, I know that being a political junkie isn’t the healthiest of lifestyles. But, if one must be a political junkie, this is an… Continue reading
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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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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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