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20 of september, 2013A man must walk with a certain swagger when alone, / Falling sharply through all the corridors of the world, / Unaffected, thinking of the women who may receive him.
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Sep 20, 2014
21st of octoberI. / the warmth of night makes an unusual gallery / a cauldron of leaves spilled on the grid of streets
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Oct 31, 2012
2 poemsWhat is this precious stone / placed in the palm's heart, or ear's drum? / From where you stood
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Apr 22, 2012
9th of September, 2014The sudden accumulation of windy days. The hardening off of pondering in and over landscape. The chirrups of crickets carrying last songs outside the bedroom window. The evacuation of moisture and then the foilage coinciding with the bursting air; the downed leaves incidentally.
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Feb 2, 2015
After "Lo Fatal"After “lo fatal” / When I read you first I was living in Bergen. / Pretending at translation
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May 30, 2015
agitationThere will never be a pause now / it is the season of the first song at last / the tremulous heart has found partner
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May 25, 2012
an abstractevery advance in visual representation / comes of a life form outside the hand / stored up in the energy of silent work
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Apr 29, 2012
camp zaatariAs if ornithology was the Esperanto of poets / wishing to construct a phoneme or pheromone / to extoll the details rather than build the case.
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Sep 22, 2013
Canoecanoe / by the oyster bay / in a mountain blue
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Aug 22, 2011
Day of cicadasLate summer a lofty pause. At work I am absent from myself; from any conviction. The vegetation has reached to its fullest and covers the vision. Memory free of concern. As in the work of nighttime to morning, so memory of other seasons is dimmed. We wish to retreat at length and recline to watch the season's sunset. Not yet the descent into the urgent. A moment sent to you so silent, it is punctuated with the song of cicadas, chyrp of crickets, so nourishing for you have only to lift your eyes to see.
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Sep 4, 2015
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