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nature lover
with the windows closed
the screensaver
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À rebours
old fossils heaped up
on hot coals
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dark energy
summing it all up
the name grasped at
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everything!
an atheorist
strings it along
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there! hear it!
line breaks voicing the void
within me
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without refuge
the other you are
is still me
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for H. Gene Murtha (4th September)
final straw
we draw the dark side
of the moon
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a free-floating comma eats roots and leaves
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seminal night . . .
salmon thrash upriver
by the stars
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eluding the names
they bear
my ancestors' stars
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undercover
of paper-mâché dreams
of family
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undercover
paper-mâché dreams
of belonging
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your silence
after the universe
no longer could
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An Anniversary Tribute
(remembering Svetlana Marisova)
silent bird,
shadows of your voice
stir the void
valley mist—
all the shapes words make
of light
empty now
the presence that once was
nothing but you
twilight sky—
the withdrawal
of your veil
light-smeared
and still waning
crescent moon
afterglow
wisp by wick
a candle
nameless moon—
spring light flitters
the shadows
after life
slow deep September
breaks the soil
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speak memory!
the hush of first love
awaits your words
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War
will thy will
also be droned in heaven
as it is on earth?
another piece—
in matching body parts
she finds her child
re-membering
the love of the many
in a mass grave
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words of war . . .
a prayer wheel
stages
a revolution
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recalling 9/11, drone bombings, Viet Nam, Hiroshima, Pukerangiora .........
dead silence . . .
and still the circus
and still the circus
goes on
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spring gloom . . .
the seeds once sown
still to die
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(for Alan Summers on his birthday)
on waking
a candlelit drama
centre-stage
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at wits' end
descendants of our now
sift through debris
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windowed moon:
with two of everything
the pauper's thief
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homeless sky—
a shore-borne child dies
to free will
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crescent moon—
intelligence sources
swap kill lists
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the clarity!
dawn awakening
a nick in time
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avant-garde dogs my words neither gnawed back to bare bones
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post-literate decapitalation of conSumerian scripts
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spring or autumn?
two thirds marked out now
the beast in me
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in its wings
already the butterfly's
afterlife
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lengthening days—
childhood shadows stretch
farther away
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in spring rain
the cries of the slain
also rise
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dark energy—
in summing it all up
the words I cling to
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spring rain
wiping agape eyes
free from tears
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parting shot
sunlight glances off
the coffin's sheen
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afterbirth—
an ancient darkness
stirs the earth
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haiku poet:
a low carbon worker
at the coal-face
of being
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by moon mist
the black swan song sung
in some lake
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gentle breeze—
a mist shadow drifts
across her veil
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plum tree,
hold back with me
the passing day
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waxing moonlight—
a spring concupiscence
invades the garden
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spring seedlings—
with my ancestors
in the rain
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spring rain now
and at the hour
when it falls
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writers' block
no longer can they read
my Facebook posts
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haiku party—
a frog distances itself
from its past
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this body
how it breaks down
in the moon
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just five senses—
how much more of spring
can I take in?
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just for now
a cloud against blue
is all that is
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once blossoms
fall plumb darkening
the garden
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and you, child
never to come past
your becoming
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and you, child
never to come past
your becoming
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only now
hearing the voice
that called my name
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distant chant
a lawn mower droning
mortality
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at a loss
to recreate such a dawn
I bury seeds
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and you, son
listening still to the song
in its egg
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plumb-dark eyes
where all light is held
in thrall
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dead to words
the silence of darkness
within blue
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is this dawn?
egg sacs of light
in my garden
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moon-drenched
the dark side
of my garden
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on waking
words from the dark side
of the earth
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what binds you, moon,
to the light and dark
of passing days?
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the nothing I have to say is in my words
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out to pasture
I chew over the cud
of becoming
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the sound of
messages of condolence
after the tone . . .
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eight legged dew
along silken fall lines
spread the light
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september ends—
native birds piece together
a war of words
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barren moon—
unable to conceive
a being
greater than oneself
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september—
the spring once more
in my step
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re-entering
my neolithic age—
soil-dark fingers
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War and Peace
the other |
brutal |
i think |
a slice each |
alone |
coolness: |
postfixes |
the writing |