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saturated in amore [a moment of logos in the life of a wandering heart]
your three to my one the amber and the red twenty five cents and a vibrating tilt-a-whirl you spoke of carnivals and dark, dusty paths that lead to where we need to be (to peeking behind the boards where darts come towards our hearts) popcorn with truffle oil meaningless meetings and Hoffa screwing and killing…
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miracles
My daughter, Gigi, and I read poetry to one another in the morning at breakfast. She read this one to me last week. Today, as we lay snuggled at Seward Park in Seattle, basking in the sunlight and watching it glisten on the water, I was reminded of this poem and the miracle of life…
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meandering
slurping chai from a saucer like a kitten (and the blushing) falling in to your gravity meandering through the conversation the day your journal (this still leaves me smiling) me, drawn to the texture of your opinions and passions (and then the kissing)
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like a swarm of bats
first they were far away from a country girl riding bareback into the storm then they were buried beneath cubicles and his need for sports and security later they came wailing with the babies and their scattered, pressing needs now, my dreams come like a swarm of bats flying out of my heart to be…
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hundreds of ways
Keep walking, though there’s no place to get to. Don’t try to see through the distances. That’s not for human beings. Move within, but don’t move the way fear makes you move. Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down…
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art | Bricolage Project | creativity | grace | love | photography | poetry | projects | quotes | self-excavation | the delicious nowbricolage project day 3 [alone]
Alone with an Untold Story Today’s randomly chosen word is alone and comes from The Complete Collected Poems of Maya Angelou. It’s interesting that my random process brought this word because, despite being surrounded by people I had a false sense of feeling alone this morning, of feeling like nobody cares about me or that I have to…
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