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Taxi Murders: July 2006
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Sunday, July 09, 2006. Laurie's Story:May 29, 1992. Day 50th after Her Abduction By the Man Called Abel. In my dream, I held pieces of my skull. Have you ever looked at any skull inside out or upside down? Million grooves and a thousand possible paths before this calm mystery stretched too far, or imploded, allowing some dense wall to encircle soft words, barely more than a whistle. I absorbed my death, as a curse relieved, or the funeral so quiet nothing was left at the grave site.
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Poem Modern Rivers: October 2006
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Sunday, October 29, 2006. Click to Return to "Truth, Conversations, lies, Eros and Love Stories". Posted by Sean Farragher at 10:52 AM. Saturday, October 28, 2006. This awful fish -. Sleek in its tongue,. Tender in its mouth,. Wet from dear fingers. I began above you. Of waves upon waves;. I hear your eyes turn,. Race to the chatter of muscles;. Inside, my face rests. Of your smile;. Your legs quit;. Your heat slows,. For the hereafter;. I am long past hunger. In your kiss,. To the below of your legs, -.
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Four Poems: July 2006
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The poetry Sampler includes family, relationships, children and maps of place. A critic wrote about the poems: "His (Farragher's) poems have bite and will endure. At the same time, they show an unpredictable connection with the changing mask of America.". Friday, July 07, 2006. I watch history forever. I calm it. I pursue it. I am an envelope for historical chance. And the exceptions mirror the rules so help me. Clean the air not the words of long time ago. Make it an umbrella that catches that rigor.
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Four Poems: October 2006
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The poetry Sampler includes family, relationships, children and maps of place. A critic wrote about the poems: "His (Farragher's) poems have bite and will endure. At the same time, they show an unpredictable connection with the changing mask of America.". Sunday, October 29, 2006. Truth, Conversations, lies, Eros and Love Stories. Posted by Sean Farragher at 11:03 AM. Links to this post. Missoula, Montana, United States. Life long writer of poetry and fiction, and I never Sold Out.
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Four Poems: June 2006
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The poetry Sampler includes family, relationships, children and maps of place. A critic wrote about the poems: "His (Farragher's) poems have bite and will endure. At the same time, they show an unpredictable connection with the changing mask of America.". Friday, June 30, 2006. My wife and I. Of ice and string. Bled into the Hudson;. The roots of thin. Steel beasts watched us. The haze in a yellow arc. Shivered with glass eyes. The red wail of sirens. Bit into our clasped hands. That night in our bed.
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Broken World: January 2007
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Poetry and Fiction by Sean Farragher. Thursday, January 04, 2007. On the road to Neptune,. Angels have led me. Within myself to you. We danced all night. Reggae jump the hip. Hump as your legs. And vulva my eyes. We ride swart horses. And you my sweet slut,. My harlequin mate race. Time in the relative space. Of when our swoon drips. Down my thumb to yours. Tonight, in the garden. We plant new orchids,. Our ragged face drugged. To the edge of red silk. Screams. We come. Our bodies fall until.
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Truth, Conversations, lies, Eros and Love Stories
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Truth, Conversations, lies, Eros and Love Stories. Sex is the fundemental physics of nature. Creativity is what happens when life at random is plucked. Pleasure motivates intelligence and denies that muddle we call rational thought. Everything we do changes even the speed of light. Saturday, October 28, 2006. I stumble through the twigs. To reach your grave. I need some talk,. Some bits of string,. I remember our home—. The dog I rode when three,. The daffodils, crocus,. Forsythia, mock-orange—. Even I d...
