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Ron
Technically I saw it before it Happened. The fog machine, No bell, no horn, no light save Mine. The three of them there In quick prophecy, the little Glance forward, stepping out In front of... More »
Ron
In the late afternoon sun We crossed paths in the Shadows. He elevated, Turned as if suspended By wire and ambled down The slope. Then it seemed My hands were inside him, Outside any clock-... More »
Ron
After the salmon pulp I squeezed The sunlight from the two halves. I remember this now as I recalled Something then, coloring outside The lines of separation, digging To get as much out as I... More »
Ron
My education lies there on the table, a cooked ham. I will eat it slowly. Maybe over the course of several days. Then it will be gone. "Now what?", I say to me. The landscape I will... More »
Ron
Like light, words are bended. No, I don't mean bent, as in damaged. More like formed that way. Again, like light on a cloudy day Its intention is already the case. Just the wounded way... More »
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It's a young pine, maybe 15 foot, Rough reliefed hide A bit of red flesh showing Right there, in the clean velocity. There they are, just under it, A flat marker. There's mud on my... More »
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If only I had paid attention then. Floating in a cement mixing tub The browns were waning, Premonitions of color darted by Catching tadpoles so deeply black. Paddling turtles straining their gourd necks. I just... More »
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