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In a story this would be described: the trail; the streetlights that hung over head; trees & something much smaller underneath; courted in the clutches of stomachs; what will grow when allowed. I am not inattentive, reasonably. This summer available in lengths. Such as round tables, such as umbrellas tilted to shade, such as fanning…
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In a story this would be described: the trail; the streetlights that hung over head; trees & something much smaller underneath; courted in the clutches of stomachs; what will grow when allowed. I am not inattentive, reasonably. This summer available in lengths. Such as round tables, such as umbrellas tilted to shade, such as fanning…
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In Toronto
Another night of falling asleep, humming over outside noises, over imagined attributes & limited replication. Another night in restful presses, respondents amiss & inexplicably mute. The pleasure of thought interrupts what waits outside while reoccurring motifs condition each stride along what is soon to be morning. Returning leaves a sense of departure, recalling the way…
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Of Idolatry
1. A place where the buildings are taller 2. Light in effort 3. Something to do 4. A caption 5. Bronzing the sides 6. A yard which isn’t big enough 7. Cornered faces in frame 8. You keep the memory 9. Another way of saying without wilderness 10. Something in the way 11. You make…
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What the Night says to the Grass
Like the crack of dawn, what is prematurely broken cannot be fixed. Insides nod off in ingenuity, heat curls up the underside & moistenswith day. Morning is only a matter of time. Though gradual,change begins somewhere even if it is believed that the dark betrays nothing. Better to wait, to fashion tiny monuments in response…
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At Sea
The tide’s return is what we await. It matters less the distance drawn in lengths of spools, spinning prowess & lean instruction. Pressure pushes forth through the days, the yawning fold of anymore, of driving through the green. From here I see the tops move along. There are reasons why the grass grows straight &…
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The Difference Between a Coast
Distant shores opento isolating streams while building fortitudes, something blue & holding We have been places But how to get away from undue doors to what will quiet the chair as it is pulled across the floor Under unleavened moments our heads turn & the lights are strung across & are strung low & will…
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Cutting Board for the Universe
Through rounded windows grace rolls over. It is good to be below ground until you are not, drawing room from funneled light to rest upon this ledge & feel safe. Having learned to push our way through tunnels, this incision’s silhouette riffs pockets of air. There are days when we are spared, when the color…
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First Morning
Any given space tightens over time,teeming through folds of morning clarity& slated red light, bearing no resemblanceto straight lines & stepping forward:causality of purpose no longer with means
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Still Life
Time echoed. On a wooden floor sequences are passively poised then parted. Readying loose particlesdarkness falls in question, recessed overhead. One’s skin stretched along the cool surface, accessed & obtuse; immediacy pulling the outside closed
No Help for That | Jackie Clark 