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Poetry

Keys To Creating, Starting Projects, & Doing Whatever You Want

September 20, 2009

Look at how kids finger-paint. This is the secret, I’ve found, to doing anything… Kids just spill the paint all over the place, play around, smear it all over the place, and never give a thought to whether or not they are making a mess, making mistakes, or anything else. They do it for the [...]

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The Killing Of The Toad

September 18, 2009

Vision blurs and softens all
the jagged corners of everything
Stark sunlight lances my eyeballs
shooting bombblast headaches of
pinwheel colors screaming,
“I HAVE SEEN HIM! HE IS AMONG US NOW!
THE END IS NEAR!
REPENT!”
I have seen the Toad of Darkness writhing
glistening and black in my throat after
studying my open mouth in the mirror with
my new eyes. Blue eyes. Blue flies…
My [...]

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One Hundred Kisses

September 1, 2009

one, two,
ten, twenty kisses
your knee, my knee, twenty one
my knee, your knee, twenty two
your hand, the back of my neck, twenty six
twenty eight, thirty, thirty one
my cheek, slowly against your cheek, thirty two
and you smile, thirty three kisses
caress ribs, tingling spine
thirty nine, thirty nine, thirty nine
forty six, and my skin is humming
fifty seven, slowly, looking [...]

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Give Me Your Arm

August 25, 2009

Give me your arm
under my cheek
above my heart
below waves of shimmering heat
and memories
summer popsicles
screaming babies
broken cars
dusty feet
ruined lists of things to do,checked off or forgotten
beside a round dish of wishes and water
left like an offering
for the past, behind us,hungry, lingering, leaving
and the cat, soft and curious,demanding breakfast
I will give you my cheek
soft against a hard [...]

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The Invitation

August 18, 2009

We were broken fruit,
windfalls full of seeds,
beginning at the end:
one hundred years of living
circling between us.
Our hearts were dry as
well-kept wheat.
Today we are Spring frogs,
round and wet with song:
come home, come home, come home.

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