Category: poems
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wickabee
beneath the earthen mound i slumber clenched teeth wickabee wickabee corbie dancing at my feet
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missed opportunities
apprehending myriad names through umbral lenses darkly tumbling & born of liminal grey they slipped through fingers arthritic such a waste such a shame
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mushin || day 181: axle 車軸
spinning axis worlds and worlds beyond the begin seeing again cycles upon cycles return This series of writing explorations that I call mushin are an attempt to grasp the concept of mushin no shin (mind without mind, 無心の心, often shortened to mushin, or “no-mind”). I am using prompts from 365 Tao, largely because they are […]
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in the borderlands
ravens always ravens loud, boisterous beasts exploding skyward forest demarcation for here be monsters and wild things that we hide deep inside skull and antler piercing death things whispering decayed leaves twirling winds o’wisp whirling feasting our deadwood core fungus thriving you smell rank with fear while i am perfumed in rot come with me […]
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mushin || day 180: force 勢力
some of us cannot be forced into the framework others value so highly it is said some of us can school stone in being stubborn careful, now false preacher man… This series of writing explorations that I call mushin are an attempt to grasp the concept of mushin no shin (mind without mind, 無心の心, often […]
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no more troubadours
no more troubadours their lutes left to rot in the rain their lovesick verse given to the flame off to mountains and hermitage no more troubadours again
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heather in the head
with heather in the head and grey in the heart cold ash in the hearth storms in the hills in the hills in the hills a hand in the hand stretching finger stones
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stealing into night
i went a roving dream questing visions under the cloak stealing into night i saw you standing there broken corner windowgaze finger twined in tress wrapped in shadow was i something you might miss i thinned between brick and angle of a store to snare your sad whisper of smile before a return to shadowwalking […]
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mushin || day 179: war 戦争
culture wars: so many bodies littering every avenue no peace on the horizon what a senseless waste This series of writing explorations that I call mushin are an attempt to grasp the concept of mushin no shin (mind without mind, 無心の心, often shortened to mushin, or “no-mind”). I am using prompts from 365 Tao, largely […]
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