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Solids

Sometimes I think I remember being something like light. How simple that may have been, with nothing to claim, not even memory––waving unfettered across eons of space, all shine and no substance. Mass is another experience, a potential that varies depending on the energy patterns of its particles which move more rapidly in confinement, and…

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Daybreak Begets…

I can hardly comprehend the haste of moments meting/melting months,  but here we are, ready or not!! Happy, happy May! Before our eyes, beneath our feet, beyond Bygone’s snuffed tolls Daybreak begets a gleaming street teeming with living souls Daybreak begets a fallow field, soon strewn with words and deeds Daybreak begets the sacred yield…

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TUM-TITTY-TUM

Our Gert allus moans At all of my poems She says as the all sound the same; Just tum-titty-tum And tum-titty-tum And tum-titty-tum again.   When she complains I try to explain I’m finding my feet as a bard; But she says as my verse Is getting much worse; So I’m finding it ever so…

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Detail Work

Things were connected. That much we could tell. We squinted at the things. Later, we thought about the space between them: that connective tissue we called nothing then, all now. Like this: Like Loading… Author Stacey C. JohnsonPosted on April 30, 2024April 30, 2024Categories Wonder source

Queering the Landscape (with audio and poetry film link)

Link to poetry film https://filmfreeway.com/QUEERINGTHELANDSCAPE Bluebells stuck in- between toes of  gay man laying  alone in woods. Queering the landscape  with every breath as leaves fall.  Feeling an affinity with changing landscape, the liminal lure  of woodland wonderlands  that appear unexpectedly in suburban sprawl where green hues  paint their palette  over concrete grey. Laying…

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