Tag Archives: Dying

Times

  The times have ticked along like babies, Spiders I mean, bursting from a tightly spun Bundle of rounded web, a cocoon of motherly Making for thousands of them – the times. Going off in all directions, little eight Legged times … Continue reading

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Breath

Two iris, white peels cow down Sad flowers if ever there were. Slow gait of Sarah’s black retriever, I before E except after C, she said. Slow gait of dying dogs is sadly missed Save for dying old men smoking … Continue reading

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Level waters

What can be said about dying except that living is better. About faith except that to have none is a form of dying. About the ocean except it neither rises as the mountain, nor falls as the dead. What can … Continue reading

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Oooh, la la, lah

    Can we call it green under blue Dark to black but still green under White blue of nighting sky slow to call Itself another day dying and in doing Give in to cold of night in twilight’s Glimmer above … Continue reading

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Where is Eddie?

Come thy fount, bleed for me. Come, pour red the misery, And I will fade into the black As others rush the withered crack. Come thy flow, warm the wrist as Every moment came to this, Every blow and every … Continue reading

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