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mary
not to worry i am stump and earth and toad a morsel of dirt not fit for mortal man with his society-ways and nose for looking down over at the sick and untouchables beneath like... More »
mary
energy rises like heat off a nebraska field plowed, to bake beneath a fireball thermals, lifting the wings of raptors and their eagle-eyes, far-seeing like machines, steely-clear and precise but nothing here knows those bounds... More »
mary
not a splash of sound not a glimmer, not a glimpse no near-to-far, nor far-to-near and yet the wind whips the ancient pines and combs the tall grass, down by the bay as brash-faced... More »
mary
already, the sand of memory shimmers like mirage over a dream of goddesses, fleeing the temple running naked through the meadows down to the sea where they tumble as one with the wind and the... More »
mary
some say love is mirage pooled across those lonely white lines desert dove keening on the singing wires and the hitchhiker, blowing kisses at passersby even through scowls somehow, love knows when to smile ;-)... More »
mary
did you leave me a message, calling me sistah, and letting me hear the ocean? or was that a dream? and now, i feel you, receding? falling? as the tide, or from the cliff, from... More »
mary
it is a lonely place to have so much to give and no one to partake but the Mama and she smiles nonetheless and keeps pouring even when we all go deaf dumb and blind... More »
mary
sifting the hot river sand beneath a stand of brittle oak on the far banks of civilization and what remains of homeland wind lifts a tattered flap of hide so deep and far in my... More »
mary
finally the storm settles sunlight through gunmetal clouds a flashing beacon, heralding hope to the cold bones trembling in the snow hoarding mitochondrial warmth tiny flickering flames in the beating-hearth, kindling-stoked between frozen earth and... More »
mary
sometimes i see what is and sometimes i see what isn't rarely do i see the truth but i can billow wide the net of rainbow-light fibers and illuminate the void and that feels like... More »
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