quartz like this

quartz like this    in the beginning I relied upon repetition over and over like two tracks in sand like silver dollars mold themselves close into the shore and my feet are wearing themselves into a dream grain by grain and still even now repeating the beat. it’s like my first two thoughts and we [...]

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while downloading you

while downloading you    this is how a face turns into light.  this is how light makes face of a moon. this is where the memory of night resides inside.  this is dark inside bright. this is how light faces a question.  this is how it was marked.  this is how it took the name and called itself doubt. [...]

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defining real

defining real   was it always me or never me?  meaning what I see through windowed eyes. (t e e t e r) I remember seeing-sighted one day, and it looked to be as real as a cardboard puppet stage.  all of it. like paint on the inside lens of my made-up eye. (t o t t [...]

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possibly this

prompt # 031 Love by staff@wwp Write a poem about love. Where and how you find it. Seems simple, huh? Well… possibly this maybe it’s in plain view at the boundary of knowable possibility, seen from inside the flame. maybe like your socks or like your chair, gravity seems likewise unconditional, like fingers will do. [...]

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Attractiveness

Attractiveness What’s that feeling nibbling toes? Let’s call it gravity. A like attraction of like? An affinity that matters? There is no opposite visible. Nothing implies what isn’t. Yet does creation fill? Ask a bowl what it thinks of space. Does matter imagine breath? Does emptiness cling? A like attraction of like. An affinity that [...]

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Language becomes

Language becomes Words we use are fingers and feet treading ground already made. We speak now in symbolic bowls, a bride’s red gown to what we mean. In the beginning was the word. And word was water in the dark. And when it flowed, became all light. Should be a word saying. breath-that-breathes, not symbolic, [...]

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Untitled

U n t i t l e d Untitled, that’s how all these poems begin an empty old battered pot. (Says so right here in soot and thumb.) Will I ever love you rightly or enough, lingers in thought past when eyes close to sleep. And do you wonder who? I mean you. I look [...]

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Some hints toward happiness

Some hints toward happiness Open your arms to a dawn Cast your heart into a night See what grows See what follows Spread a few wild seeds Wild knows what to do, You observe Take a breath Now let go, everything dances on fingertips Eat some cake Pleasure is good for you Butter too, cook [...]

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Fisher boy

Recalling that body prompt, a little sea-salt, thus one for the road.   Fisher boy     Like ten years old, I remember waves, remember brawn that pushed then pulled. Surely some arm must have been inside that frothing elemental thrust.   Then it shatters milk glass on rocks, as did my will to remain [...]

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