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December 16, 2023
This is a partial collage: I started this poem by pulling words from a translation of “The Pipe” by Stéphane Mallarmé, but as I assembled it I felt the urge to go in a new direction. Yesterday I found a fine winter. I forgot the room, the first roads. I was planning my sun, shivering…
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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…