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October 9, 2023
Here are two poems I wrote yesterday from the same source text, an Etsy listing for rings. The first is an erasure (my choices driven by sound), and the second one of my “beautiful in-law erasures,” using the sentence “See for yourself; don’t stop at the first answer” as a seed. #1 genuine approx.…
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October 7, 2023
If you south, past pull just shy of the sunlight where burbling light deepening the sound from the tree, you may have an experience you cannot easily explain. A rustle in your vision. The distinct phantom disfigured. Some danger, because of it, the story lived, died. In a fire unable to find persistence. The unnamed…
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June 24, 2023
You know you want to grow. One thing leads to another and there you ask yourself what. On the outside it looks like thinking: okay, this is pieces. Take you away from time. The steps to get there, but nowhere to go. You promise to dive in and see the system. An hour to find…
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June 4, 2023
This poem is definitely one in process: it started out as an exercise, and then I decided to run with inspiration. You can probably see clearly where that happened. I’ll likely revise this, though I maybe like how we’re in the woods and make a break for relative clarity. For past traveling, three years…
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May 26, 2023
I may be moving away from the chance games and beautiful in-laws. We’ll see. Summon beasts in work, explore the artist’s time. A story of a small figure, the fog-filled animals glowing darkness. They seem to be the deep jungle. Strength, light, and come back. Go there again, without a part of who. A…