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LiteratureSilent BirthI cannot know there’s a silk tree that never grows in front of great Aunt Roxie’s house paper thin, faux memory as still as mother’s Galveston Beach painting, white sails alight over dead quiet Gulf don’t remember a human voice planet’s as dumb as wax figurines I’m left to conjure an underbelly countries of libertines, red faced suspicions, quixotically brewed in cold iron maidens and if not real, then so be? I need not fear the cataclysmic grapefruit hail, children’s fevers might never love my lover’s womb or set my shameful sex on fire or listen for whippoorwills I will not hearAll
LiteratureSilent BirthI cannot know there’s a silk tree that never grows in front of great Aunt Roxie’s house paper thin, faux memory as still as mother’s Galveston Beach painting, white sails alight over dead quiet Gulf don’t remember a human voice planet’s as dumb as wax figurines I’m left to conjure an underbelly countries of libertines, red faced suspicions, quixotically brewed in cold iron maidens and if not real, then so be? I need not fear the cataclysmic grapefruit hail, children’s fevers might never love my lover’s womb or set my shameful sex on fire or listen for whippoorwills I will not hearFeatured
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Literature. . . marry him.1 of course, he will gleam like photons tangled in sheer joy. where i harvest dead localities, he will sheath the touchstone nerve. his voice will soothe great quandaries like growling cicadas solve summer nights. his eyes will break into blessed anointments. his lips will pierce the frighteners and spill their silver antidotes - a cure for every blasphemy, a pardon for every criminal. remember who he was, a mystic lisping empathy for pure, unbottled moments, a silence worming through bicycle wind, a gender scribbled on a brainstorm, the flashing of satori in the scatter-shooting cosmos, a wonderer, wanonymous love poems
Literatureletters to the universe 6it’s not about this coursing dye, brittle gelatin i don’t complain about my broken patterns. my Precious Sublimity, long through all that’s become of me, my hopeless architectures, drawn up with crayola on crumpled napkins, i am Yours, for always. raze me and raise me again or leave me unmanifested, untroubled by abstraction from Your quiet Perfection but do not leave me here, alone in this world without a hole in Your birdhouse.letters to the universe
Literaturegreen 1 Fitting into tree moss held by daughter or deer tracks, I follow a gully of leaf dust; some things cannot be recovered some things cannot be taken back. Tractor rust, barbwire holly, night-works of crumbling soft logs; smaller and smaller the guise of it becomes; I plant myself among the lucky ones: bent limbs, broken stems, overhead and underfoot. 2 Roads are lifted off weeds and evergreens and naked spokes – no one travels here on purpose, stopping only to hollow out. But I'll keep a trunk beneath me 'til calendars fill with Winters and I'm razed to ash for fleeticolours
LiteratureKeywordsDearest NSA Analyst, How and why you came to this, hunched in warm gang of wires, listening over the lip of your vile coffee and staling pretzels you found vending from dogmatic and monotone architects that salute the elevators in the second floor lobby, all for the terrible rustle of purpose, the digressive labor of spark-eyed confederates conspiring to alter the paradigm, I do not wonder. I fear only for what you’ll find in my ignorant missives and self-pitying dialogs, my parroting of paper rumors propagating like a hungry empire of weeds in our facsimile of The Garden, predictable evidence of my rampant absorption of the day&rsPolitics
Literaturethe daughter universeLonely men, I’ve noticed, will pay off their little houses and live in them by themselves until they burn down from a dead gas pilot and 80’s paperback philosophy. In other words, out on one hundred highway north at dusk, which is a daylight’s ride from the sack, the dunes simply spill out on the road; the crazy thing being, nobody’s worried. Keep driving until the damn thing just ends at the last rogue pier on the island’s tip. There’s a dark night beach on the right and if you wade into the waves, about 130 feet, east by northeast, you’ll find a miraculous shoal where the salt from a trillion gDDs and DLDs
LiteratureAlchemyInside these walls, I wait past dark. The shadows steep and over-brew long before I move a bone; I’ll never return to mother’s moon. Star and night, my bench flakes off cicada shells and sunflower wilt. By Venus light, it’s a driftwood throne, an old carob bullet firing straight for the sun. The air like ink collects and cools: it is the black throat where braying forms, and where shady gardens melt and pool; absorbing the ghosts of cigarette-waft. These onyx planets swell and bloom, and metabolise like sheer witchspells - I turn these crystals to my core And try unlearn this spiderweb gloom. Former days contort throughcollabs
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LiteratureAbout Nothing V111 V111 a smooth black stone one of so many hidden beneath agave and looks One Buddha on is left my weeping wall is left my oracle is left savlational i’ve only to recall *** the tao that has been written . . . the silence that has been broken however(,) the Relenting Voice through Its Ways i am rendered so too words, even careless even drunken, even [MINE] cannot fail the Lithe Creator no thing can fail, not a plow this Pliant Earth not a sonAbout Nothing
LiteratureFarsa Farsa St. Ninguno en mi calendario: solamente un otro día. Uno mas razón de recordar tengo nadie amar. Sin embargo como todos los otros: los días vacíos en mi calendario.ancient
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Literaturewriting prompts, because you need themliterature prompts for my group #da-literature: anyone that completes and posts 100 pieces of literature based on all 100 prompts, let me know and you may win a prize, maybe some points!* *while supplies last. if you like, you can submit pieces inspired by the prompt list to the Prompts gallery. cheers. 1. final grocery list 2. wet and furious 3. it can’t be you! 4. bodies 5. Rorschach's blot 6. save your flowers 7. nothing is as real 8. transgressions (against the father) 9. it happens at this time, every night 10. the unheard anthem 11. blue 12. symmetry 13. dormant, for now 14. sixteen times 15. afterglow 17. feint of 18. theScraps
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