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Friday, September 19, 2014
Upon My Word
Such silence
Building up unbearable
Cornerstones to speak of
Silence holding up each word.
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Janus-faced Narcissus Reflecting
Strange I should think
You’re not at all like me.
Friday, September 12, 2014
Dictum
Wordsmith—
If it’s worth thinking about,
Find a language worthy of it.
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Terminator
Don’t answer the open-ended question
That’s waiting at the end—no matter how
The poem appears
Finished with nothing
More to give you, you have
Yet to give it
Everything you have and more—
What on earth are you waiting for?
Thursday, September 4, 2014
Deluge after a Long-Drawn-Out Dry Spell
So many rushing
Myriad liquid diamonds,
Even the rocks are gushing.
Monday, September 1, 2014
Heady, Unruly Spirit
Don’t look now—wind
Heading your way—
More than strong
Enough to carry that
Heedless head off
And away.
Friday, August 29, 2014
Step Lively, Scouts!
As a way out of deep depression,
They told us to go back
As far as we could and keep an eye
Out for any signs of life, any
Footprints that would tell us something
Substantial had been here before—
All we came across was that familiar
Hollow echo of footsteps dragging
The depths that kept after us everywhere
We had to go.
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