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bifurcation haiku
entropic juice drips wildly
down Creation’s chin
mad, bifurcated dancing
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friday's song
playing in the sunshine and trickery with Loki a red herring–killed with my own knife– makes for a nice dinner amidst the curling, fragrant honeysuckle
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the magnificent space
Antistrophes by Rainer Maria Rilke Ah, Women, that you should be moving here, among us, grief-filled, no more protected than we, and nevertheless able to bless like the blessed. From what realm, when your beloved appears, do you take the future? More than will ever be. One who knows distances out to the outermost star…
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a little sliver of now
an old woman in a scarf rocks a baby back and forth in the sunlight a man works a crossword sneaking glances at the pretty baristas Dolly serenades us with her trilling vibrato the steel guitar adding a pinch of melancholy your morning kisses linger on my lips like the scent of flowers everything feels…
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this is what we do
I bike around the lake nearly every day. It’s reasonably good exercise but I mostly do it for my spirit. I do it for the beauty and connection I feel. I do it for the way the light plays on the water, the ever-changing scents of the earth, water, plants and air. Sometimes the scents…
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a haiku for the Feminine
oh, fragrant flower! open yourself to me now so that I may love you
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cultural alanon [healing in spaciousness]
my country my culture is like an alcoholic parent on a bender taking taking taking drinking the last drop and destroying and we, like the little orphans we are like hungry birds chirping squawking pecking clawing for attention for resources for space to be heard to be seen to be loved no space no recess…
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