Category Archives: collection: at the edge of things

Worms, Birds & In Between

The worms that could not up surface above neat pavements carpeted floors or cold tiers find their places in vaults of Adam’s kin’s blood and flesh And the birds that could not down high winds and lofty crystal skies and … Continue reading

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‘Wait Till This …’

savant flicks the switch tenderly as a flower would curl in the leaking secrecy of dawn, computer breathes with the breaking lights the chatter and purr of the new breed of animals, the human-god speaks odyssey of colloid and crystal, … Continue reading

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Wait Out The Squall

Forest stands On edge of its roots Where wily Foxes romp around And make of Grass The trampled Trash, The Hawks that dive Craggy highs and lows Do seem to weave The edges of the Cloud Hounding red cumulus eating … Continue reading

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Prime Time

1 Presidents of the World The man i see on news time always is Smiling white teeth and all In a time now when kidnapping Is a profitable preoccupation Cosmos falling falling down Descended plutonium blasting The inhibitions in us … Continue reading

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The Fish of the Current

And what have become of your historic compromise between your christians and your valid communists, parliamentary procedures and your program of government? They have other things in mind: of their unemployed sons and daughters the billows of pollutants from steel-ribbed … Continue reading

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At The Edge of Things

Where affords the best of views The edge of a woodland yawns To the spiders of the wind, cotton-hard Caressing where one is stretched Between trees and skies; And the edge of the land breaks In the trembling of the … Continue reading

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Shells

  There are more to them than name and symmetries colors and textures dwelling in the vastness of a fluidity that marks their nooks and crevices edges and eyes grasping the folds of an ocean. They are particularly significant in … Continue reading

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