Tag: gather zone
group name: tsopr
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April 19, 2009 02:10 AM EDT --
Future under a moon
Slow moon is sitting over the roof of the temple.
Cinder trees in the ash sky and the traveling bike…
He comes to this fairy tale, these winter twilights . . .
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April 27, 2009 09:50 PM EDT --
T h o r n s
The man wakes up, waking up hurts.
“Where are my thorns?” He whispers.
The spot of blood provides evidence
to the thorns’ burning existence. . . .
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July 23, 2009 10:50 AM EDT --
A sound of orient
He looks like a fragranced oasis in this city;
a lean, yet muscular man in a dhoti,
sweaty; playing flute, a plateful of bland food
in front of him, his . . .
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May 10, 2009 10:03 PM EDT --
Butterfly
( to Jenni )
A surprise butterfly
is pervading the privacy
of nursing home.
It hovers over the monitors;
follows the green dot;
as if trying to decipher . . .
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June 10, 2009 07:56 AM EDT --
(ToSurreal circus)
Alien, invader
The green shadow sits on my terrace of slanting night,
a night that has escaped the tortuous alleys of unalleviating city.
The shadowy . . .
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July 17, 2009 06:46 AM EDT --
Silence for God
(To Nancy Silveria)
We have erased our words with more words then when you have pointed that out,
or that we are buried under words,
we have tried to scream, . . .
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June 09, 2009 08:14 AM EDT --
Spamming once more
Once you cross the afternoon on a boat,
moving through the Ganges,
an evening sprawls on
the closed premises,
of sick industries
like, writing impulsively; . . .
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December 05, 2008 10:01 PM EST --
Prism
He stoops and picks up his diamond.
A piece of broken prism, some may say.
It has been on the dirt.
He looks up
albeit there is no chandelier to be seen.
The place . . .
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January 14, 2009 09:38 PM EST --
wintry house
Wednesday writing essential
The long tortuous road with wintry wind
playing with fistful of dirt thrown at us.
With a cloud over our heads we
used . . .
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January 18, 2009 06:13 AM EST --
Wandering stars
After this much road traveled together,
after we have reached here so slowly
let us decide to run away once more,
eloping from the eyes of the present
with . . .
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January 19, 2009 09:23 PM EST --
The Surreal Circus
(to the namesake group and to Anne M)
The manager conjures rainbows,
summons them to sprawl, spread, create
an ethereal canopy
over the audience, now . . .
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January 24, 2009 09:32 PM EST --
Cuts both ways
His fingers roam all over.
The points are rising,
seeking more pleasure.
She can whisper
those naughty sweet words
she cannot utter otherwise.
She takes . . .
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April 07, 2009 10:23 PM EDT --
Hey life , don't look at me!
Life
breaths still
she can feel.
He lays ears
on the girl’s belly
where life is breathing.
Suddenly he succumbs to . . .
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April 29, 2009 09:51 PM EDT --
Night of fireworks
The night of her rape was also of fireworks;
fluorescent flowers breeding in the instant sky
celebrating the end of a war which hadn’t ended.
. . .
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May 08, 2009 10:14 PM EDT --
LIFE LINE
The stairs with usual the damp air of age, slip.
A pain enters, knocking with rapid rhythm, urgency.
Suffocating, he feels a mist is enveloping
every view, every . . .
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May 21, 2009 07:45 AM EDT --
of blankness (Thursday writing)
{Richard Lynn Livesay, is one of the finest poets, and is blessed with a quicksilver pen; I have met. He told me, yesterday, that he is in a . . .
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June 17, 2009 05:48 AM EDT --
Callous
Every tiny things matter in a young world, and then with callous eyes, he is used to pick days and nights as they pass him, as they pass beyond.
Sometimes he panics, fears that she'll . . .
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June 07, 2009 09:57 PM EDT --
Feeling like a S unday: a triolet
It felt good; I wanted to spread the feelings. You were there, by the Sunday crosswords, I was into one of those thousand little . . .
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June 13, 2009 01:38 AM EDT --
A flash of life
A blue and red kingfisher ensconces itself
on the meek tamarisk trees; shower is coming;
the boy’s mother’s voice comes from the earthy hut.
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June 14, 2009 10:16 PM EDT --
New kid
A squadron of squirrel moves here and there.
In this quarantined piece of green he is new;
new to this locality, block, other kids.
He, the shy boy tries to mingle; they . . .
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