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Ron
You have not convinced me of anything. A world this thick is always already making a point. God is arguing with me, sending out an endless cascade of bullet points, just beyond my breath. Back... More »
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Kay Ryan is the new poet laureate, reluctantly so. I love her poetry. The way she works with words in short spare sentences leaves me pondering . Carrying a Ladder We are always really carrying... More »
Ron
I get up in the morning And brush my teeth. Behind me in the mirror Is a shale blue waterfall. I am closer than I think To being outside in the velvet Of rain, the... More »
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I nailed that sucker down To the hot wood and leaned Over it, deepening it with my Free shadow. "How's that feel," said I. "Sweet fellowship," said the dark prisoner. The day was moving and... More »
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The beech leaves move up and Down my spine, shimmering, Flipping like cards-from mint to Scalding white. The wheels turn In the vegetable light. Pin wheels. Somewhere inside me is Condensation, breath on Clear glass,... More »
Ron
The night was almost too long to bear Then there was evidence of mercy-a passing car- milky air-and I could see dry walls & gravel on the way to a highway Atlantic for its grays... More »
Ron
You are not surprised at the force of the storm- you have seen it growing. The trees flee. Their flight sets the boulevards streaming. And you know: he whom they flee is the one you... More »
Ron
These are the days when I could be doing anything But I am doing this now: Standing on the gray deck, Arms raised, pulling in signals From the world. Everything is Bringing from the future.... 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 »
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I can't judge blueness or A ring of air on a stone Finger. Everything we Know is in the ring. Nothing We know is in the ring. I break open a walnut With an ornate... More »
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