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A Poet’s Diary #31
Bandit Queen, Sea WitchThis woman has many names.Sunrises happen quickly when deeply affaired with oneself. Embers and flames which kept all the night, now disappear in tree filtered sunlight. Glowing and gone but together, like us- like the hour: too… Continue reading
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A Poet’s Diary #30
If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less but to dream more, to dream all the time. Marcel Proust Most Patient Muse, I apologize for the delay in response, this week of finishing… Continue reading
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A Poet’s Diary #28
There are thoughts which are prayers. There are moments when, whatever the posture of the body, the soul is on its knees. Victor Hugo Dearest Muse, I’m encouraged by our phone conversation to continue these letters as long as we… Continue reading
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A Poet’s Diary #20: Calling Upon a Muse
“Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.” Rumi Dearest Muse- In my reflections before I go to bed it seems I have seldom spoken to you or of you but think of you very often. You… Continue reading
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A Poet’s Diary #19: Higher than Heartache
L, Hands and hearts do betray that are left wanting. These many years you have only been a myth of the mind for my heart to look upon. Even now, the green light of reality I see in my sleep… Continue reading
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A Poet’s Diary #11: Impersonation
T- I saw your post for Friday night. Poetry and wine, not much missing from that equation, though I suppose one could always think of something else to add. Please post more pictures, you take beautiful photographs, and the scenery… Continue reading
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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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