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The Eight Seasons of Silver City | A Showcase For The Poets of Southwest New Mexico, USA | Page 2
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The Eight Seasons of Silver City. A Showcase For The Poets of Southwest New Mexico, USA. Who We Are, Why We Are. Posted by sleepswithbear in poem. Mother immortal, bride eternal. Beloved death of my body. You feed my hunger and starve my love. I embrace the pain you speak in the shadows. Summon ghosts to feed the terror in your eyes. Knowing that only the dread of you might keep me away. A wordless barb darting off your tongue. I was ejected from your mouth. I remove my body from this shadow I carry.
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Withdrawl | The Eight Seasons of Silver City
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The Eight Seasons of Silver City. A Showcase For The Poets of Southwest New Mexico, USA. Who We Are, Why We Are. Laquo; RAVEN DRAKE, Featured Poet for Spring 2011. Posted September 3, 2011 by sleepswithbear in poem. Imagination’s metaphorical sacrum,. You travel up my spine until you reach the back of my. Unaware that my body is craving more you stay glued to my. Tired of this, I push you past my tear ducts and you are. Now rolling down…. I taste you in my mouth. Say in my head I’m sick, but…. I’m ...
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Who We Are, Why We Are | The Eight Seasons of Silver City
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The Eight Seasons of Silver City. A Showcase For The Poets of Southwest New Mexico, USA. Who We Are, Why We Are. Who We Are, Why We Are. Some folks like to tout our four gentle seasons,. But really we have eight gentle seasons:. The usual four and then Wind, Dust, Fire, and Monsoon. That doesn’t sound gentle! Au contraire, ma petite chou. The wind is no Hurricane Katrina (& we. The dust is no Iraqi. Scratchy eyes and some bumper thumpers;. The fire eats trees and irritates bronchia, but. One day a man wh...
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For Solitude | The Eight Seasons of Silver City
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The Eight Seasons of Silver City. A Showcase For The Poets of Southwest New Mexico, USA. Who We Are, Why We Are. Posted September 3, 2011 by sleepswithbear in poem. This is not for you. This is for Solitude. I went back to the place of the first night,. Yet tonight there was no moonlight–. Only dim orange glare and the drip, drip of a rain-bucket. You told me this is where your ex-girlfriend comes to. That made it real for me. We climbed the willow and laughed at the awkward position. It put me in. Thron...
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RAVEN DRAKE, Featured Poet for Spring 2011 | The Eight Seasons of Silver City
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The Eight Seasons of Silver City. A Showcase For The Poets of Southwest New Mexico, USA. Who We Are, Why We Are. Laquo; In the Shadows. RAVEN DRAKE, Featured Poet for Spring 2011. Posted March 5, 2011 by sleepswithbear in biography. Raven has held readings at the Silver City Public Library, the Bullard Street Bazaar, Jess Gorell’s Studio Space and Gallery, Isaac’s Bar and Grill, the Marshall Memorial Library in Deming, Air Café in Bayard and the Casa de la Cultura en Santa Clara. He is currently working ...
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Nitrogen | The Eight Seasons of Silver City
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The Eight Seasons of Silver City. A Showcase For The Poets of Southwest New Mexico, USA. Who We Are, Why We Are. Laquo; Unanswered Questions. Featured for Fall: Mia Alessandra. Posted September 3, 2011 by sleepswithbear in poem. Days like this I miss you the most–. Watching the rain wash the world,. Having my head bounce in rhythm to the shaking walls. Last night I dreamed about Adam Levine. He held me like you did that time at Walgreens…. Like that time at the soccer field. Receiving a bath of acid rain.
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Unanswered Questions | The Eight Seasons of Silver City
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The Eight Seasons of Silver City. A Showcase For The Poets of Southwest New Mexico, USA. Who We Are, Why We Are. Laquo; For Solitude. Posted September 3, 2011 by sleepswithbear in poem. I want to write a poem for this Place but I can’t find. The words to express. The excitement I feel at discovering new spaces, meeting. And finding my place on the map. But I wish it was us. I wish I could share it with you but it’s enough to for. That you fill the recess of my mind with what you. 8216;I wish you the best.
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Bedlam | The Eight Seasons of Silver City
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The Eight Seasons of Silver City. A Showcase For The Poets of Southwest New Mexico, USA. Who We Are, Why We Are. Laquo; From The Air. Posted March 5, 2011 by sleepswithbear in poem. Bedlam devoured by man-made borders. No one remembers your sweet chaos. We hovered above the working bodies. Searching for centuries for your daughter. You roam the market bleeding. Your sweet and sticky blood drops. Fertilize the dawn and bone dry pastures. Our eyes tease wonders from your ashes. For the wandering hordes of ...
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Exile | The Eight Seasons of Silver City
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The Eight Seasons of Silver City. A Showcase For The Poets of Southwest New Mexico, USA. Who We Are, Why We Are. Posted March 5, 2011 by sleepswithbear in poem. Mother immortal, bride eternal. Beloved death of my body. You feed my hunger and starve my love. I embrace the pain you speak in the shadows. Summon ghosts to feed the terror in your eyes. Knowing that only the dread of you might keep me away. A wordless barb darting off your tongue. I was ejected from your mouth. The one I embrace in dreams.
