Poetry and Other Artifacts
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Surfer
lcmt This poem is no longer online. Look for it in my new book, The Wife of History and Other Planetary Characters.
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The Bamboo Cheer
lcmt Chapters through bamboo arbors� palm catalog features bamboo. Go bamboo! Large bamboo! Way clay bamboo bamboo. Needs racism as industries sell bamboo across societies recent to discovering flooring. Go bamboo! Large bamboo! Way clay bamboo bamboo. Non-woods of Australia are mostly for information clumping. Go bamboo! Large bamboo! Way clay bamboo bamboo. Unusual specializing books and basins of the landscape. Go bamboo! Large bamboo! Way clay bamboo bamboo. The Agate Hinge and Other Poems, Intaglio Galosh Studio Press, 2009
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A Complaint from the Tented Field
lcmt This very short story is no longer online. Look for it in my book, A Penchant for the Ferruginous.
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Palmed 19
lcmt How reluctant they are to bite or chew, seduced by the reflection of their dignity in the doors of paradise.
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earthenware
lcmt This poem is no longer online. Look for it in my new book, The Wife of History and Other Planetary Characters.
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Without Sanctuary Alone
lcmt This poem is no longer online. Look for it in my new book, The Wife of History and Other Planetary Characters.
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Palmed 13
lcmt In epic subways, she is lost to the green of the confessional, with goldleaf underfoot.
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Two poems by Rainer Maria Rilke
Translation by Stephen Mitchell � 1982 Lament Everything is far and long gone by. I think that the star glittering above me has been dead for a million years. I think there were tears in the car I heard pass and something terrible was said. A clock has stopped striking in the house across the road� When did it start?� I would like to step out of my heart and go walking beneath the enormous sky. I would like to pray. And surely of all the stars that perished long ago, one still exists. I think I know which one it is� which one, at the end of its beam in the sky, stands like a white city� - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Before Summer Rain Suddenly, from all the green around you, something�you don't know what�has disappeared; you feel it creeping closer to the window, in total silence. From the nearby wood you hear the urgent whistling of a plover, reminding you of someone's Saint Jerome: so much solitude and passion come from that one voice, whose fierce request the downpour will grant. The walls, with their ancient portraits, glide away from us, cautiously, as though they weren't supposed to hear what we are saying. And reflected on the faded tapestries now; the chill, uncertain sunlight of those long childhood hours when you were so afraid.
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Palmed 5
lcmt Flesh wanders� flesh panders� such small importances when a breath can preserve the moon. The Agate Hinge and Other Poems, Intaglio Galosh Studio Press, 2009
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