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when they tell me cities are dead
when they tell me cities are “inhuman,” “unnatural,” “dead” the lighted windows like computer chips on the sleek screen of a high-rise are the city’s stars the skyscrapers cutting into the sky with layered lines and arresting angles are the city’s trees the sheets of steel and glass rippling with cloud-shuttered light and river reflection…
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Begin Here
Hey friends! NaPo has been so-so—I’m on track but I’m not super excited about any of my poems. But that’s art, I guess. You love 1% of what you make and trash (or kindly pat and put in a drawer) the rest. But without the 99% you don’t get the few you love, right?? Okay,…
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it’s March again
Commemorating a full year of … this. it’s March again I want to see your face __________________________again I want to brush shoulders with strangers _________and not flinch step into a subway ________with no space sing in a crowd of a thousand ________smiles it’s March again I want to touch your hand ____________________________again I want to…
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dreams (fall) ~ or, I watched Gladiator and this poem happened
We watched Gladiator over the weekend. I’ve listened to the soundtrack for years—”Now We Are Free” is one of my top ten favorite songs—which made finally watching it even more special. It’s totally up my alley. There were a lot of fascinating themes, but there was this one line that just hit me. It sums…
A Glimpse of Starlight
finding the light beyond the clouds
A Glimpse of Starlight 