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Tuesday, January 16th

🦋 ¡Hagamos idioma!

Cuentista, son tus palabras
El idioma y nada más.
Cuentista, no hay idioma,
Se hace idioma al contar.
Al contar se hace el idioma,
Y al recordar las pasajes contadas
Se oye el relato que nunca
Se ha de volver a narrar.
Cuentista no hay idioma
Sino espuma sobre las aguas.

posted evening of January 16th: 1 response
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Monday, January first

🦋 Círculos

¡Felicidades al año nuevo, herman@s poetas!

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Friday, October 27th, 2017

🦋 No debe ser marinero

No debe ser marinero
quien quiere dejar rastro.
La estela de la barca
se ensancha y despacio
desaparece. Sin hacer ruido
golpea el remo
otra vez contra el agua.

posted evening of October 27th, 2017: 8 responses

🦋 Pine branches

Pine branches like spokes
on a rimless wheel

twowheels

posted afternoon of October 27th, 2017: Respond
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Tuesday, October 10th, 2017

Deep blues, and reds,
And pastel shades of gray and tan
Are the colours that line Meeker Street

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Monday, September 25th, 2017

🦋 Flesh and bones

Flesh and bones, I wear you like an overcoat.
Flesh and bones, you carry me around
like a favorite toy.

posted morning of September 25th, 2017: Respond
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Tuesday, July 25th, 2017

The cool, heavy sun is mute: Apollo's
giddy, radiant youth
now past and gone.

The sky is cloudy. Daisy's
nervous growl
reminds you
you need to be somewhere
in an hour or two,
reminds you
it's Sunday.

posted evening of July 25th, 2017: Respond

Wednesday, July 19th, 2017

Myriad the threads of sound, distinct, which woven together undergird
the forest's deep, majestic Silence-- the wind, the trickling water,
birds... distant traffic... angry fat guy yelling at his girlfriend on the
phone...

posted evening of July 19th, 2017: Respond

Monday, July 10th, 2017

🦋 WITH INSURANCE

posted evening of July 10th, 2017: Respond

Saturday, July 8th, 2017

🦋 #arspoetica #analogiesfortime

posted morning of July 8th, 2017: Respond

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