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#698
The Lights of Zebulun"On you go. Go on!Show us something poetic.Do one of them poem-things.What do they call it? A sonnet.Yeah, do us a sonnet."So I opened the eyesof the blind men thereand unstopped...
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#699
ReflectionsNowe are not readytogo skinny dippinginone another's souls. 29 August 1989 I’ve never really got haiku. I like the idea of it but at this point I’d never written one nor even attempted to...
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#700
The Bedroom in AutumnIt felt older. But so did we. And the rhythm of life was slower. Even the bells hungin the cooler airto open the way for echoes past. Now the fading shadowsreach out of the tired...
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#701
Point of ViewI sent away for an opinion of myself. It was a five-page form but I'd heard it was worth it. The one that came back was rather shortso I put it on a pedestal to...
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#702
Belvedere(for B.) The evening came sprinkledwith particles of poetry: feelings gripped so tightlythey seemed they could fitwithin a glimmer in an eyeor into the trace of a smile. But when preserved in...
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Song for Night
He who has a why? to live for can bear almost any how? – Friedrich Nietzsche, ‘Maxims and Arrows,’ Twilight of the Idols In an interview on NPR in 2007 Chris Abani said: [M]y understanding of the...
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#703
The LennyIt was not a pretty sightthe way he fell to earthhis body racked with poetic spasm. And I watched them jamthat thing into his mouthbut had to turn away as he screamed: "Not my words!...
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#704
Tunnel of LoveLove is not a thing you fall intobut an experience you go throughlike a long tunnel. Sometimes I just like to sitin the dark in ours and pretendI don't see the light at the end. 26...
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#705
If Seven Years(for B.) There is –and always will be –so little timefor you and I. I do not say "us:"there is no time for "us."Just you and Iand I miss you so much. 30 September 1989 B. was seven...
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#706
Reflections of GlassHer mirrored face reflected griefand – in the way that some mirrors do –twisted it (it's a trick of the light). And when I came to face her, I lookedand I saw nothing and I realised...
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#707
Accidents Can HappenStumbling gibberishlyhe fell into a speechand we stood helplessand watched till hedragged himself drippingfrom his final phrase. He looked ill –he'd swallowed some of the...
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#708
MoonshineWhen I found him he was in a bad way: he'd been on home truths all dayand he wasn't used to their razor edge. He said he was dead inside anyway. I offered him a platitude and he laughed. And...
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#709
Love's Diary Found(for B.) It was an old notebook andmuch of the writing had faded with age: I had never really appreciatedthe corrosive aspects of time until then. But I knew something must have been...
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#710
CompanyActing as a chaperoneand posing as a friendTime came along with usbut skulked off by himselfbefore I got to know you. After you had gonehe returned like guiltand stayed the night. In fact, he...
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#711
The Laws of Physics(for B.) I twisted what I had to sayand crammed it into wordsbut it was a poor fitand my feelings spilled outover the edges and into the air. But what needs to be said is there....
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Homo Conscius
The potential to make yourself a better man... that is what it is to be Human... to make yourself more than you are. – Jean-Luc Picard (Star Trek Nemesis)As I was falling asleep last night I found...
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#712
The Empath(for B.) I took sick this morningbut I was not surprised. When I saw you there so illI knew then I was helplessand there being no one to punishI turned on myself in frustrationdragging my...
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#713
The Linguist(for B.)Though she could converse in Frenchand Germanyou could see she was not a native: She couldn't think in Frenchor feel it, nor could she understand me: O, she knew all about the...
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#714
Body Language(for B.) I've been going through the motionsfor years: miming lifeto an unappreciative audienceused only to wordsand what use are they? I can see all of them butthey can't see beyond...
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#715
Fallen Waters(for B.) Falling waters have atwisted and accelerated life. They swirl through gullies formedby heavy rains and tear at their bankscarrying such thought anddark desires with themuntil they...
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