Now, Then and Forever
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2d ago
  When their bodies are cold and stony, we lay them among the boulders on the hillside, a resting place within sight of their homes, fields and children; in the company of their parents, ancestors. We leave clothing, corn, arrows, bone knives by their sides and align them with the returning sun. Our prayers flutter on strings, clicking for the attention of the gods who gave birth to the mountains, rivers and stars; chattering till we, ourselves, arrive. They expect us, and all the generations coming; we are currents, the stones oversee our passing ..read more
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September Swallows
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6d ago
  Knots on the wires untying themselves,. rise into the sky like crochets escaping staves. September swallows, restless, must shed nesting order as commas might abandon sentences. Their Autumn selves must unfurl, wheel, sweep and swoop; for tomorrow they will trace lines of longitude ..read more
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His last tune
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1w ago
 I've tried to get this right before, my father on his hospital bed after suffering a stroke. A moment that has stayed with me, poignant and beautiful. My wife arrived to see  him and that's where the poem comes in. When he was beyond talking, close to dying, you visited. For want of words he could not form he hummed a  tune, unrecognizable, tuneless;  and never was a tune more beautiful ..read more
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Cirrus
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1w ago
  Cirrus, dolphins of the high heavens, sing the light harvested from the deepest sky-ridges ..read more
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Ikeanisation of office spac
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2w ago
 folded in a roll above shoulders the cape with fabric loops to hang light-weight plastic stool down human back over fold-up table and drawer of ultra-light material rotational for mealtimes above the waistline- mounted laptop ..read more
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After Hiroshige
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2w ago
  A peacock on a branch, waterfall.                       Along the Tokaido road                       a wave,                       landscape rearing above a lake;                                                                            ..read more
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Autobiography
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2w ago
  Here’s the wind that brought me; here’s the day that sang; here’s the grass that was my mother and there the trees that taught me. Here are the hills that were my dreams; there’s the river that aged me and this is its silt upon my face. Here’s the bay that sought me out, the mountaintop I must climb is beneath it; that is where I’m headed ..read more
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From a bus window
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2w ago
  He’s standing on the corner, a busy city junction; he has walked from his house, but………………... and doesn’t know why he’s there nor his way home, recognizes no one so….………….……. he’ll stand there where four streets disappear into a fog; there's one he must take; which ..read more
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Bohreen
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2w ago
  Bohreen* Burgeoning spring growth, the hedgerows of hawthorn, hazel and elder ankle-deep in profusions of primrose, celandine and vetch bowing towards each other over the bohreen, claiming the light if not the tar. Swallows, sleek as fighter jets, bulleting down the narrow corridor, skimming our heads, wheeling behind us to come again. Bends along the way revealing curiosities: a bed-end stopping a gap, moss-covered walls along cow-dunged lanes, an ivy-draped ruin, pre-famine cottage featureless but for the fireplace, and those potato ridges on which blight- blackened leaves once signa ..read more
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I would like to recreate the earth so
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1M ago
  we may throw snowballs beneath showers of cherry blossoms; put speakers by the pond to waltz across the water-lily pads; strip off and swim in a field brilliant with poppies; stand thigh-deep in the crook of a river collecting scintillations of sunlight; bring them home gleaming magnificent in a jam-jar; walk that trail of moonlight all the way to the opposite shore; climb the clouds towering Himalayan above the horizon; run on feet of wheels when our heads are light with happiness; live in the landscape that appears in the rear-view mirror ..read more
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