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 Aug 2014 Dana Mulder
AllAtOnce
it's just me
huddled on your end of the couch
some pointless game flashing on the screen
ice cream filling my mouth
my friend at the other end trying to fly
the blanket is too scratchy
and the ice cream is too cold
blood on my tongue (and i don't know why)
with so many words to be told
i don't know the point of this poem
just putting random feelings into words
once again just wondering
what it would be like to be heard
Somewhere in time
Far off
Where my hands can't reach
And my mind gets lost...
I hold you tightly.
And I hold you close.
 Aug 2014 Dana Mulder
krissie
We speak in fragments,
We see the world in full sentences.
First forget what time it is
for an hour
do it regularly every day

then forget what day of the week it is
do this regularly for a week
then forget what country you are in
and practice doing it in company
for a week
then do them together
for a week
with as few breaks as possible

follow these by forgetting how to add
or to subtract
it makes no difference
you can change them around
after a week
both will help you later
to forget how to count

forget how to count
starting with your own age
starting with how to count backward
starting with even numbers
starting with Roman numerals
starting with fractions of Roman numerals
starting with the old calendar
going on to the old alphabet
going on to the alphabet
until everything is continuous again

go on to forgetting elements
starting with water
proceeding to earth
rising in fire

forget fire
 Aug 2014 Dana Mulder
Sarah Spang
He is the tumultuous ocean,
The twisting, rolling sea
That feigns a certain gentleness
Until its rage breaks free

So vast and so unending
And limitless in worth
I took him once for granted
As I wandered through the surf.

Without the tumulus ocean
Without its rolling seas
Without the tide that tosses me
And never sets me free

The arid, fallow earth would crack
Beneath my burning feet
Reminding me of which I lost
And dried up with the heat

But salt leaves me to languish
No sweetness he can quench
Time will only tell from here
If love can fill this trench.
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