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fruit

Watermelons

Green Buddhas
On the fruit stand.
We eat the smile
And spit out the teeth.

–Charles Simic

somewhere all is green
and we laugh like baby buddhas…

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Poetry

pieces

he walks up pointing his cane at our flowers. I know your people, he says. they’re good people. we’re all good people around here. we were good kids back then. 113 more words

Poetry

rising

my arms bend at awkward
angles as I leave this smoldering
fire my skin carries splinters of
wood like wet grass

I’ve been quiet for one hundred years… 38 more words

Poetry

object so perceived

Humans and beasts are different species, but foxes are between humans and beasts. The dead and the living walk different roads, but foxes are between the dead and the living.

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neither is

nothing is constant
neither is this absence
constant
Göran Sonnevi

this sigh
of morning this early
eye this sad stomach
queasy with guilt


neither is this cold barren floor…

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Poetry

1517

I am carried on the wind and
there’s nothing I do not know
do you see how things revolve
oscillate with me little
sunflower I come in peace … 10 more words

Poetry

1516

I wake up in the middle of
a river through an indigo
glow I see you there are no
words in your eyes I wait… 14 more words

Poetry