Tag: place
member name: Karen W.
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July 30, 2007 02:46 AM EDT --
B O A R D W A L K
—Santa Cruz, CA
The bees are wrestling
at the door, the archway littered
with bougainvillea wilting in the mid-
afternoon heat. We leave the cracked . . .
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August 05, 2007 04:01 AM EDT --
Pacific Avenue, San Francisco
Green parrots screak into the fog
plated air; small thumbs for mouths.
Bats I
Gloaming blooms in bats.
They pulse, dissolve; radared
looms of gnat haul.
Mývatn . . .
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August 04, 2007 08:34 PM EDT --
San Francisco
The ocean reminds you of television
as the gray foam . . .
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July 11, 2007 02:49 AM EDT --
The dark mud of it all gets washed ashore; river born wood
softened by the lap of water. The Mississippi carries notes
of barge-howl and steamer-churn through the day
and into the dusk where we lie sleepless . . .
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August 04, 2007 08:58 PM EDT --
Thanksgiving
—Taos, New Mexico
Snow drifts in from the canyon, dark swirls
carried across a moon . . .
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September 30, 2007 03:46 AM EDT --
Hey all... I know many could probaby care less, but I have a poetry reading coming up on October the 12th at Amherst Books in Amherst at 8:00pm. I'll be reading from myh thesis/book I'm writing. . . .
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November 12, 2007 10:30 PM EST --
Because I hate it when the magic starts to wind down and come to an end.
Bless you all for the wonderful comments on my poem about how wonderful life is.
I started with only 3,350 pts when . . .
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May 26, 2008 02:39 AM EDT --
Too many wasps
can cost an afternoon.
The lake: lapis colored
and harrowed with waves.
Mud daubers and yellow
jackets know the earth.
It will cost us
to . . .
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July 30, 2007 02:20 AM EDT --
Blacksmithing Camp
—Cazadero, CA
We work iron in the woods.
Rain-gun-metal mist has settled by now
and when light shafts yellow and then
spills the trees onto the meadow, we . . .
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July 11, 2007 01:04 AM EDT --
The postcard came from Australia. After I read it, I dream I’m a doll, red
hair, valuable, collectible. . . .
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July 12, 2007 05:18 PM EDT --
At dusk all birds
return home to a stillness.
Water locks them
in a darkening mirror.
Not a ripple spreads
where the heron
moves forward
through the shallows,
hunting the surface.
I could lose myself . . .
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July 29, 2007 06:21 PM EDT --
F A C T O R Y H O L L O W C R E E K
- Western Massachusetts
Edge of soap-slick jelly grass,
where the creek splits
into two darknesses; . . .
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