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poem 112/365:2014

wind comes in the night
unvoiced fantasies in dreams—
opposite waking

//

the day lends light to truth

a king by night, slave by day

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poem 111/365:2014

the page is lifeless

a tree cannot force its fruit

a poem will soon      come

//

as all flowers do

after being tightly bound

a life exploding

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poem 107/365:2014

each spring I am here

the past communing with now

wherever here is

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to me, poetry is honesty, simple honesty; it is not to say that all poems or poets are honest, but…

to me, poetry is honesty, simple honesty; it is not to say that all poems or poets are honest, but that it is how I measure them at face value…

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poem 106/365:2014

for a moment—I

wished that I could be—meta

physically her

simply to understand

—not a gender dyad

but a sense of why she cries

feel her pain, hear her prayers

ever more to see—myself

selfish reasons I suppose

but to know is not the same

as understanding

but even the thought

of this moment of love

this desire to understand

—is sacredly taboo

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