Tag Archives: Poetry

Non-sequential Autobiography of an Inchoate Semipermeable Interactive Conglomerate Collective Entity #1

(All My Life) Trying to Fill A Person Shaped Hole in the World One Evening Child My whole being drawn Inward toward A Sheltering Skin Curled inside a pillowcase Naked Under Control Sticks and Twigs Boy with Shock of white … Continue reading

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2021 Graphic Journal #34: Sept 7- Sept 9

September Blackberries

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More Ideas About Living as a Human Being in a Crowded Confusing World

“Do not fight against pain; do not fight against irritation or jealousy. Embrace them with great tenderness, as though you were embracing a little baby. Your anger is yourself, and you should not be violent toward it. The same thing … Continue reading

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2021 Graphic Journal #26: July 28- July 30

Infinite Motion Toward Zero

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Richard Wilbur: Love Calls Us to the Things of This World

Originally posted on Vox Populi:
The eyes open to a cry of pulleys, And spirited from sleep, the astounded soul Hangs for a moment bodiless and simple As false dawn. Outside the open window The morning air is all awash…

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