This comes togetherto form that/at a distancewell-changed moleculesmuscled into the next drinkforgettingthe moment that…
Leave the window &its crumbling shadowsthe grafting of the nightto what’s left of the day
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“I turn to my computer, like a friend” Kate Bush, from “Deeper Understanding”
Nothing in the universe is randomCoincidences have meaning Don’t go in reverseAs even the winds dance in a patternTake that…
Tonight no poetry will serve — Adrienne Rich
A poem
Ancient magic pulses through the red earth;
leaf moon evolves to thunder moon.