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A Poet’s Diary #6: Bitten Tongues
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart’s affections, and the truth of imagination. -John Keats T,In the sound I find the secondslasting like words to windI bite my tongue from yelling outShe is the mind and… Continue reading
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A Poet’s Diary #5: Poetic Distance
How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart. -William Butler Yeats T, Floated on fingers I lift the scents of ages to her nose On this great walk, the… Continue reading
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A Poet’s Diary #4 Poem: Reading Books
Reading BooksIf what you’ve consideredthought of and imagined is having me and pressing my smoothspine against any of the walls built around us-welcoming legs and swiftly shifting clothes, your fingers finding every flushfor days.under tremendous covers, illuminatedtasting every fragrant drop… Continue reading
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A Poet’s Diary of Memory and Emotion #3
What is love? It is the morning and the evening star. Sinclair Lewis T, You were all my thoughts today. The separation between us that has existed as a calm stream for years whispering its path and course has begun… Continue reading
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A Poet’s Diary of Memory and Emotion #2
A Poetic Journey Of Memory and Emotion #2 we do not forget you as soon as you forget us -persuasion, Jane Austen I should have known better than to think that you would remember the same things I do. There’s… Continue reading
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A Poetic Journey of Memory and Emotion
A Diary Requires No Formal Introduction: No explanation can help another soul understand what makes the edit and what doesn’t in recollection. Memory is transportation. This diary is of another place in the universal plane, one that simply could never… Continue reading
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