Month: April 2017

April 25

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poetry

and then a silence becomes unspeakable spring rain gentle except for when it is not complacency split up by unusual intermissions damp green and watery themes the creek up the lake spilling its bounds each leaf recoiling back to how it was or wasn’t can this transition be considered status quo how a season always goes transience in object definitions always a before even these mountains and the expectation of after breaths collect in cool […]

April 2

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poetry

Spring snow, heavy from the sun, as one season slides into another, jubilant, inexorable, put on a happy face and wonder where has it gone? No more sloping, no more gentleness, whatever I thought there was, was wrong and the only way out is through. Truisms and robber jays, ice in the shade. A refusal