Category: Poems
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the smell of a blossoming flower, that outside of this present, i’m not sure is real, but at times get reminded as really existing when i walk past this now-white tree and i’m reminded that there are smells linked to this visual sensation. what is existence in the apart from reality in which i can…
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four hours from boise,and the same from mccall,at least two hours from nowhere.a left and a right, and the same again ad infinitum,this crowded car advances along what is no longera road, but what seems to be some forest service routethat rattles this hunk of metal, hurling steel to the townnamed after some tree. three…
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on the base of this mountain lie brown pine needles, sharp, dead sharp, which fell and are fallen, my footsteps depress this terra languida who i knew before this shod existence told me this once-meadow needed to be observed but not understood. with each pass of their legislation they blocked the bright burn that broke…
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so far up the north coast, when the pacific has deemed unnecessary the fine sands and the warm winds, and the sun, instead choosing this gray palette and rain, everlasting rain, sits a rock on some beach cliff that will fall into the ocean dnot due to its insatiable sadness but because of its utter…
