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November 23, 2008 12:11 AM EST --
Everything returns
"Returns are welcome"
is written over the sealed envelope
of his life. His first pet,
which came from near-death
and with his help,
became . . .
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November 20, 2008 08:54 AM EST --
Telescope
Blue is blending into blue, indigo,
heliotrope; ancient stars are melting
together into the ultimate formless.
A night through this telescope rekindles . . .
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November 21, 2008 09:11 AM EST --
Rainbow competetion writing
Gray particles move
The dusts of thought settle on top
of the bleak table strewed with scraps.
Look at the window, the gray sky
can be seen like an old . . .
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September 27, 2008 05:51 PM EDT --
This past week in our reading program, our piece of literature was a book called Miss Bindergarten Takes a Fieldtrip by Joseph Slate and Ashley Wolff. Neither I nor the other six kindergarten . . .
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August 07, 2008 09:42 AM EDT --
A ctress
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The clotheshorse, old and scruffy holds
the array of her dresses. She needs them.
She needs them even more than foods
to satisfy her half . . .
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July 12, 2008 03:10 AM EDT --
Pill s
Sounds of a crow, incessant rippling through the wind
Let her know how much more loneliness can there be.
She picks up the knitting and stumbles at the door
Of memory, . . .
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July 13, 2008 08:37 AM EDT --
A blank call
This road ends in another and she knows
that will somehow amalgamate into
the one now he lives. Sky conjures raindrops.
Hate is what she feels at times. Then again . . .
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August 09, 2008 08:19 AM EDT --
A call from an immigrant
The crisscross of rain draws meaningless things
and erases them in the next moment
on the old glass of the pristine cafe.
Tan skin of his fiongers
play with the . . .
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August 10, 2008 01:31 AM EDT --
A sea is born
(snippet)
Grievances erode in a tide of passionate cry.
Her hand is a warm pressure on a feeble shoulder.
It is so long since you have lost salt-water.
A sea is born. . . .
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August 12, 2008 07:11 AM EDT --
Cherry tasted
( to karl.c. klein)
Not so new in relationships.
It is him. A bird. Free.
Has his blue. And sky.
She has to take a long walk
down the cloud road to build one. . . .
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September 15, 2008 08:01 AM EDT --
Two lesbian worms
(To Aeleen whose informative article inspired this)
The callings from the cloud have brought them out.
An undefined joy prevail senses and cautions.
Monsoon . . .
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February 14, 2008 01:38 PM EST --
Daddy,
I love you because you had strong feelings and words for the Adoption Worker who asked you and Momma if you wanted a different baby, since I was "damaged" goods. You . . .
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September 17, 2008 11:12 PM EDT --
A pale pink flower
A pale pink flower is all that he can dare.
"Mon amie," he will say. And then he will give it.
His old ‘dad' has told him a few "man to man" . . .
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November 03, 2008 09:25 PM EST --
The flight of the phoenix
Part 5, men of the jungle
Simple smile breaks out.
Thousand ripples of sun
spreads upon his face.
In his fist clasped . . .
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November 10, 2008 07:14 AM EST --
The flight of the phoenix
Part 10_Accident on the road and heaven
(To Bhawana Busy)
The blissful nothingness becomes a pattern.
Void of colorless luminaries.
. . .
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November 12, 2008 07:47 AM EST --
Heliotrope
The liquid heliotrope strews the sphere,
spreads, inflates from this corner to that corner.
The fingers can touch it almost; they become
smeared with the color . . .
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May 29, 2008 08:28 AM EDT --
Stalker
A hand reaches me everywhere.
However more elusive, I become.
The shadow . . .
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May 30, 2008 08:39 AM EDT --
A story turned into a poetry
Like spiders they weave a web. The incidents.
The spring on your garden and the girl who
Lives on selling flesh are meeting somewhere
At some point, . . .
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August 13, 2008 08:54 AM EDT --
The sunchasers
She can feel the incendiary body.
Taut. Sinewy.
The body understands
what the other is saying.
A whisper of wind
passes through her hair,
comes inside the ears, . . .
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August 30, 2008 08:59 AM EDT --
Raindrops and ho w ls
A sky full of dearth of something unknown
is pouring out. A gush of moist wind is
in a whimsical walk. Have you ever
shaped raindrops into a face? A long . . .
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