Blogs about: Paul Grimsley
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i stand up amongst the weeds
wrote 13 hours ago: where i lay down i now stand up and i survey what i see around me and know i am amongst distinguishe … more →
the field and the hill
wrote 13 hours ago: i love you in your absence smell the rotting bouquet this translated graveyard scene they call it ob … more →
growing wild
wrote 13 hours ago: growing wild your tousled hair this wind that travels through the waves of you the dry waves of you … more →
bloom truth
wrote 13 hours ago: once in my mind there was poetry and little else besides and the divisions now seem so prosaic not t … more →
separating
wrote 14 hours ago: would you burn fields? do you seek to cultivate? do you try to delineate? where do you place these b … more →
spoiled
wrote 14 hours ago: you are a difficulty you pose questions i don’t like your answers or the shadows you cast beca … more →
a little whiskey
wrote 14 hours ago: you drink your subtraction in percentage embracing the division because all the additions meant litt … more →
a paltry king?
wrote 14 hours ago: you do not stand so tall head bent, trying to deny your kingdom trying to deny your wind-strewn reig … more →
weed-strewn
wrote 15 hours ago: i do not see how to describe this estate it seems too much to contemplate sat here under the immovea … more →
013. To Fool The Rider
wrote 1 day ago: Televisionary, that is what this individual called themselves. Moonwire was restless and not blessed … more →
dead lynx
wrote 1 day ago: i find the litter of our love dead links they are not reciprocal any more you still wear my name ele … more →
growing my love in the dark
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wrote 1 day ago: and one becomes aware of the crowd a reach beyond the klieglights i am pancaked flat by the make-up … more →
broken infinity
wrote 1 day ago: the world dies in sighs and unfinished sentences an acreage of ellipses dropped the heart stuttering … more →
apt
wrote 2 days ago: it somehow seems apt you talk of being trapped a momentary lapse where a synapse sparks the gaps whe … more →
that barren garden
wrote 2 days ago: you are working so hard on that barren garden where nothing blooms and concrete reigns but flowers w … more →
trump it
wrote 2 days ago: i was a jazz throat stretched blue notes, black days somewhat vexed my trumpet could no longer screa … more →
in numbers
wrote 2 days ago: there is a barbarism at work that jerks in fish hook line through time the pull of numbers under the … more →
elect
wrote 2 days ago: i am a collector of laughter music’s electricity the thrill of the touch the thought of soft l … more →
an inestimable distance
wrote 2 days ago: kneeling under gaze of sainted eyes painted into shadows and corners the kind of place that haunts u … more →
