craig-reynoldsWhisper

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a bus ride into townwhy must i constantly be humbled? / need i press my forehead to the floor, my lord? / any pride or confidence has been slain before the altar
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Jun 23, 2010
A Correspondence by the Seayou, my dear: / weighed heavily / on my heart today;
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Aug 9, 2010
a mote of dust suspended in sunbeam.the page shivers under my pen / like soil when the dam breaks / it knows it must change
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Aug 28, 2010
an ocean in the skyAir moist with dry hopes, / boils under jealous Sol, / and softly rain falls.
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Aug 3, 2010
Asking the ArtisanIn monasteries, / clay men seek the potters hands, / slight imperfections,
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Jun 27, 2010
before phobiasi want to stand like a boy on a rock, / in the middle of rushing water; / unafraid of snakes;
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Aug 3, 2010
bird songFor some time now, / these winter months / have been stuck on repeat:
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Jun 12, 2010
blackbirdsMy fears / are a flock of blackbirds, / that swarm
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Aug 17, 2010
book wormsShe sifts through / my words / like a miner
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Jun 25, 2010
but where do we go from here?im confused / when i think / of the flicker
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Oct 8, 2010
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