Tag: art
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the Iris
The truth of the poem startled me when I discover it layered up there with the brilliant prose and the heart-aching imagery It feels like an intruder: seated (settled really) in a darkened room of my own making it’s true though there is inherent sadness woven deeply into kindness, isn’t there? It’s the reason I…
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january 2025
1.1 today a blank page 1.2 today a wristwatch gold & clinking like my father wore 1.3 today the second walk of the year burrrr 1.4 today fog so dense it illuminates 1.5 today frosted roads and ethereal treetops…
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november signs of life
11.5 today america votes 11.6 today a gold heart on the inside and on the outside of a dumpster 11.7 today a young man rebounds with a viola 11.8 today more snow than serenity on steele street about this work signs of life is a daily practice in which I write a one line poem…
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the color of light
1. there are rainbows in the kitchen sink. I can’t explain them, except to say they appear there from time-to-time just above the slippery wet silver, arched + perfect. today I am self-regarding enough to wonder if the precocious prisms realize I’m here too: do they see or sense me as I see and sense them? their pulsing…
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ars poetica
is not coming in the door from an early morning walk with a paused podcast in your ear about anonymous people’s experiences with paranormal activity and leaving a voice memo for your sister-cousin because she’s clairvoyant and needs to listen to this last story about the woman who brought spirits home with her from Vietnam…
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september signs of life
9.1 today tiny wild blueberries (and butter!) everywhere 9.2 today the first and the second pumpkin two sugars 9.3 today summer begins to fade about this writing september marks the beginning of the sixth month of my signs of life project! each day I write a one…
santos scribes 