Lucid Writing

Leaving the Hospital (1st draft)

2009-11-06T05:25:26Z

Leaving the Hospital I am climbing the golden stairway of my hair to the sweet hereafter a flute is playing and I wonder if it is real music of heaven and I am deceased my legs somewhat numb but no, I see the flautist in his tuxedo I half expe...

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Her Auburn Spiral Staircase

2009-11-02T18:57:34Z

Her Auburn Spiral Staircase I have waited for birch-wood fingers to unclasp taciturn bun and auburn steps to fall loose with flame-fish swimming the dull light of a dirty-shaded lamp where she sits brush clutched in hand torturing her s...

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My Moses by Wendy Videlock

2009-11-02T04:46:45Z

My Moses Big Jack and his walking stick live on the ridge. Navajo orphan kids dance for him, bobcat urine's in the weeds, the shotgun barrel's up his sleeve, a Persian coin is on the wind. The Chinese Mountains smell the moon and arch their back...

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Soft Spots by Jason Guriel

2009-11-02T04:40:09Z

Soft Spots They're worse than weak links in chains, which we can blame on blacksmiths' fire, and chinks in armor, made by rain of arrows. Soft spots, those parts of us that bruise, prove we're fruit that rots as hourglasses ooze. But I've a sp...

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Twittering ( a special rough-draft surreal poem for Halloween)

2009-11-01T00:21:22Z

Twittering The spent rocket shuddered and sped toward the blue world below. The people were twittering on the sidewalk. The birds in the trees were also twittering When the debris crackled and hissed in the sky the birds stopped twitter...

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The Skinny on Me

2009-10-29T15:27:57Z

I often feel, of late, that I am two places at once, as I flit about the house cleaning, cooking and making social arrangements for my children. Home-schooling this year really takes all of me and I have had very little left over. I was consider...

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The Museum of Asian Art and the Greenhouse

2009-10-24T16:26:01Z

The Museum of Asian Art and the Greenhouse I walk out of shadows I walk out of light in the valley of tumescent flowers In the museum of piebald heirlooms the checkered past sighs in the silk kimonos of straight-backed okusans Outs...

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ragged small world

2009-10-24T16:13:59Z

ragged small world through a lens a torn leaf a frayed seam a tattered petal a wizened carrot the stain on the blanched sky through a lens a killer can be lavender ovals swimming deadly bacteria in a sea I am home to millions I feed ...

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Seeing Helga at the Museum

2009-10-16T00:06:40Z

Seeing Helga at the Museum (for Andrew Wyeth) In the valley of flickering lights dancing – fireflies – tumbleweed of the sky drift among gas nebula – angel-tossed Cable cars – like horned beast pass by in the city of lights and fog – Lusty ...

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Three Flowers - Two Faces - One Bee

2009-10-12T22:29:38Z

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