Tag: poet
member name: xanthe l.
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May 12, 2007 11:19 AM EDT --
I keep to the broadstrokes.
The outline of the map now places me parallel to the Atlantic,
That mutable palate of blue gray green that connects my here to there.
By now my youth, my country, my rough chanel . . .
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March 02, 2007 08:44 PM EST --
These moss-green eyes will always find a way
to take you in, take you in, take, you in.
Behind such dark, owl-like lenses I hide, never from you though: a façade falls heavy.
Behind black, eyes . . .
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October 02, 2007 08:42 AM EDT --
It is a childhood rhyme;
Hiawatha didn’t bother too much
About Minihaha and his tender touch
So he took her to the silver stream
And he whispered things like she’d never seen…
Your . . .
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March 04, 2007 08:10 PM EST --
In it, I run fast, am chased by a 10,000 volts of blue.
It pursues, tracks fast down silvered wire,
seeking for that place for foot to step
some plate electronic, electrified and ready,
anything . . .
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January 14, 2007 08:41 PM EST --
God, those first frantic kisses.
Some veil at last lifted and we were as we wanted.
You lifted the sheath - broke the seal,
and we took each to the other -
...as one keeps a rich secret.
With your . . .
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February 03, 2007 11:38 AM EST --
She asks, Are you Amish?
It’s funny this.
My mother told me I was ‘plain.’
In Amish terms though, this entirely different meaning – a compliment even.
“You’re looking . . .
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February 08, 2007 09:27 AM EST --
How I can see us now drawing out the squares.
The hop-scotch, the whooping crane dance that accompanied our step.
How I can see you now with your sawed off broom playing stickball
somewhere in New York . . .
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February 27, 2007 04:24 PM EST --
Sweet. Doux. Miel.
That was the word...Words.
Just last week you used them, such words.
I was sweet. Just like honey. And only then, because I let you see.
Stupidly, I let down my social guard, façade . . .
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August 08, 2007 10:13 AM EDT --
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February 13, 2007 09:35 AM EST --
If I can always parse the distance,
it is always to your south that I fall.
And if I ever needed salvation, it would be to you that I would run.
And if all the earth shook, you would remain unshakable, . . .
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January 25, 2007 04:41 PM EST --
Finally, an accounting of what you stole (among other things), here is some brief list then of the hair and other ribbons that you made-off with over the course of several summers (I will not list an entire . . .
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January 11, 2007 11:33 AM EST --
Gone are the days of atmospheric
hiss, the sound of a shell held
to the ear. Your message is clear,
too close almost, as if you were with me.
Through the jingledy jangeldy phone
you touch me. Tired, but . . .
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January 11, 2007 05:16 PM EST --
It’s all a question of freezing time.
This, and in black-and-white – rewrite:
shades of grey.
Life, of course, cannot be frozen.
Appears deceptively in stokes of brilliant color.
He can’t . . .
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January 11, 2007 11:37 AM EST --
Even in the New Year, you usher in the old.
The what I so did not want to expect.
Yet here I am; there it is,
and all around the hoarfrost ground crackles, pisses –
the dead leaves whisper - . . .
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January 09, 2007 11:46 AM EST --
I bled for you.
At last I gave it up.
Arrived virgin white,
but after sitting next to you, bare feet
beneath the table I went into that small room
and found a fresh rose of blood stigmata
pressed . . .
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