Tag: writing
member name: xanthe l.
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April 20, 2007 09:01 AM EDT --
I am shy. I blush easily. I shuffle in my shoes. I like to be one-on-one but am nervous as spring's first lily when put in a crowd. I hide behind a pair of giant RayBans. I am the pale girl in the . . .
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March 17, 2007 12:48 PM EDT --
Draw it out. Pick up your philosophy stick and use it
draw in the sand. Draw for me a circle and tell me -
so measure each corner - an impossibility you say.
So divide each into sections, now tell me . . .
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March 08, 2007 09:52 AM EST --
It's a blue note: a one-two on the trip-slip of the lip
that glides a smooth, silver-flash harmonica-
It is an embellishment. A melisma unnecessary,
how we string the syllables that turn . . .
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March 19, 2007 10:22 AM EDT --
Are we sort-of-maybe playing keep-away today?
We always did play for keeps, didn't we.
Are you lost in this mystery, love?
Have I become deaf, blind, and dumb to your flirt without end? . . .
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April 18, 2007 10:25 AM EDT --
So you discover that after all, your halo is then plastic.
Not the shiny bright gold you had imagined it to be - but other:
Burnished anyway, tarnished by midlife dis-ease, discomfort.
All . . .
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March 08, 2007 09:56 AM EST --
It is your two-step slip-slide trick of the tongue: an almost kiss, not quite.
One accepts the conjoined syllables ~ they melt soft as communion in the mouth;
Absolution in your simple, not . . .
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February 14, 2007 12:14 PM 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 - such disappointment. . . .
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February 18, 2007 07:48 PM EST --
You are an ellipsis.
A dot, dot, dot...
A thought unfinished...
An action I just can't see through.
Then let it stand: STET.
This or we transpose -
You be me, I'll be you. . . .
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February 15, 2007 11:45 AM EST --
How hard it is to define a word that defies almost all definition - in French, sous-silence. I could define it with an ellipsis. Perhaps, ‘do not say it for it is unspeakable; what is between . . .
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January 26, 2007 08:43 PM EST --
The time is gone; taken by swift Achilles.
Some wicked joke.
Thirteen years and I hardly see a wink,
or I wink and it is gone.
The last five pass by waving hand,
a five-fingered & pale . . .
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February 13, 2007 02:43 PM EST --
There were three in that orchard.
Three goddesses and an apple thrown by Eris.
Three of the most beautiful and you, Hermes on the outside looking in.
Wanting and waiting for only Aphrodite
She you wanted . . .
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February 15, 2007 02:01 PM EST --
Zoom - Re-Zoom
That's the way it is ~ the focus shifts; now this, then that.
We lost interest in the that. Or they do. Most do.
We are different in that we do not.
We say this . . .
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February 15, 2007 11:13 AM EST --
We are not so unlike the bedtime playing children of Fellini's 8.5 and their bed-time game of Asa Nisi Masa - creating their Animas -Jungian symbols. Their thin legs playing, casting shadows . . .
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February 15, 2007 04:01 PM EST --
You were there, then decidedly not.
The U.N. Plaza , you for certain,
- arm-extended, a great whirly bird,
you ready to catch as I ran, as I ran, as I ran
and when I stretched you latched hands met, . . .
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