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windows are made for breathing

windows are made for breathing even when they’re closed they get more respect than doors that divide when shut or disquiet when open and windows are made for catching the world beyond they don’t wait for doors to let in … Continue reading

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2 while waiting

the times we wait everyone of us at one time or another has waited for something big and small happy or sad a long time coming or just around the bend a beginning or an end and what we do … Continue reading

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Circuitry

Circuitry The electric circuitry paces An environmental complex even as The swinging of one’s cradle Accelerates to and fro And to and fro: Finally dislodges me. Acquiring media as extension Of my biped humanity, Transcends uneventfully circles Of this child’s … Continue reading

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rustles of bamboo leaves one fine afternoon (a collection)

‘Rustles of bamboo leaves one fine afternoon’ is not exactly a new collection, though this is the first time that it is being posted for general reading. Written on a bright and breezy March afternoon, in six short parts, shelved … Continue reading

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This is not like it, the visions

    This is not like it, the visions of a gradeschooler who too willingly would have traded for a twitching butterfly his balding, if not for the tonic, schoolmaster: The boy now man cannot see the adult, his dreamer’s … Continue reading

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All before in the days

all before in the days the easter shells off me were peeled and out my umbilicus were yanked the rainbows cold a brave child i was blending like lizard lazy into rocks softer than the rim my days were of … Continue reading

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We are no Methuselahs

  We are no Methuselahs To waste our time wasting time. Life is republican and death A silent democrat. The growing will almost always Take us forever. The dying is always now At the back of our heels. ©  SSJ … Continue reading

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