thomas-gabriel-1Whisper

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July 22.It is July and it is Sunday. / A dark, restless Sunday. / Morning hangs like incense: suspended on the kestrel's wooden wings.
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Jul 22, 2012
Late March.A clock’s hands pain then cease. / Dawn stands timeless on a horizon / Of soot black trees that drink in the
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Mar 29, 2012
Oliver James.Reticent, morning hides / behind boles of alder, the air / escaping his lungs
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Mar 9, 2012
March 3.A March dusk blotted stale / bodies; jet-black water / ran thick with puerile inks
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Mar 2, 2012
1:42pm**Afternoon wanes, / only morning exists in this sun's / perverse mind, blackening.
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Feb 26, 2012
February 21.The sky was set, / stern and volcanic. / My blood ran like meltwater.
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Feb 20, 2012
February 16Pinnated clouds / spread like wisteria / along the horizons
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Feb 16, 2012
The Gallows.Ring-doves with stoles / as black as ice, / constrained by priestly cloth,
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Feb 15, 2012
February 11A lone plough tills a / moonless sky. / Votive seeds sewn once more
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Feb 11, 2012
Son of Sirius.A brightness bathed the night: / Spectral corollas flecked the slick, / Damp sea – shoals of languid light
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Jan 29, 2012
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