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Chrissy Williams’s The Jam Trap | Peony Moon
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A contemporary poetry blog. Chrissy Williams’s The Jam Trap. Chrissy Williams’s work has appeared in various magazines and anthologies including. Best British Poetry 2011. A sequence of prose poems, has just been published. She lives in London and wishes she had a dog. Luke Kennard said about. Look, Look, Look. 8220;Look, look, look,” I said, gesturing frantically out of the 91 top deck window into someone’s front garden. “There’s a dog in that person’s front garden that...8220;Your brain will outlast yo...
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Steve Nash Poetry: Review of Fox Frazier-Foley's - Exodus in X-Minor
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Wednesday, 10 June 2015. Review of Fox Frazier-Foley's - Exodus in X-Minor. Up now over at Sabotage:. Wednesday, June 10, 2015. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Review of Paper and Ink #5. Review of Fox Frazier-Foleys - Exodus in X-Minor. Ben Wilkinson Deconstructive Wasteland. Caterpillar Poetry - Simon Z. Ditch, the poetry that matters. Poetry on the Brain. Steve Nash - Academia.edu. War Paths and Lost Little Maps. Whispers from The Bestiary. Awesome Inc. template. Template images by sbayram.
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crow files: May 2012
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Poetry. songs. love. life. dreams. words. wonder. the spaces between these things. Monday, May 21, 2012. Its water comes from the ocean. Travels across the sky. Leads to the mountain. The river is always and only. Its water comes from the sky. Its water comes from the ocean. Its water comes from the mountain. Its water comes from. The sky is a cupped hand, palm. Turned towards the ground. Let us gather all our sadnesses. These lines speak directly to his poem. Posted by bruce dorlova. We unfold at night.
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crow files: fleet air arm
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Poetry. songs. love. life. dreams. words. wonder. the spaces between these things. Sunday, August 26, 2012. Fatherhood, you are reduced. To the status of Aircraft Carrier. Your not-inconsiderable bulk and attendant. Fleet so many enclosed emptinesses. In service to the planes. The planes, with all their takeoffs. Posted by bruce dorlova. August 26, 2012 at 5:29 PM. That is a very effective reflective. There is an undercurrent of controlled hostility to it. August 26, 2012 at 9:40 PM. I just gotta sigh.
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crow files: April 2012
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Poetry. songs. love. life. dreams. words. wonder. the spaces between these things. Wednesday, April 25, 2012. They also serve.*. A sonnet for Anzac Day). With all the rest you stand and wave,. And from your summer dress your arm. Exalts and lifts your. Heart too, as striding down the palm-. Strewn avenue they come to raise. You up. With fluttered hand you bring. Them on; your fingers writing praise. And lifting voices up to sing. You raise your arm to wave,. And in its secret hollow: blue. With their sep...
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crow files: March 2013
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Poetry. songs. love. life. dreams. words. wonder. the spaces between these things. Sunday, March 24, 2013. I've published a book of pomes. here 't is. If u want it, or if u wanna know more. And the whole name thing? I'll get to that a li'l later. Posted by bruce dorlova. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). There was an error in this gadget. View my complete profile. Is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License. A collection of thoughs. A handful of stones. Bird in a Box.
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crow files: fragment from a handheld device #8
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Poetry. songs. love. life. dreams. words. wonder. the spaces between these things. Sunday, September 16, 2012. Fragment from a handheld device #8. On the exquisite tortures. Of public art galleries). Posted by bruce dorlova. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). There was an error in this gadget. Fragment from a handheld device #8. View my complete profile. Is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License. A collection of thoughs. A handful of stones. A Noiseless Patient Spider.
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crow files: July 2012
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Poetry. songs. love. life. dreams. words. wonder. the spaces between these things. Sunday, July 15, 2012. Fragment from a handheld device #6. Mare's tails in the sky. Posted by bruce dorlova. Wednesday, July 4, 2012. Fragment from a handheld device #5. Who would know better than we. The ones who come in boats? Posted by bruce dorlova. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). There was an error in this gadget. Fragment from a handheld device #6. Fragment from a handheld device #5. View my complete profile.
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crow files: chicken ranch
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Poetry. songs. love. life. dreams. words. wonder. the spaces between these things. Monday, October 29, 2012. I planted another chicken today. perhaps. Eggfruit will form, and soon chickens. In a consternation of feathers. Posted by bruce dorlova. October 29, 2012 at 8:20 PM. Seems feasible to me. I imagine one would need only to put ones ear to the ground, keep an open nasal cavity, and breathe circularly in order to get a sense of a chicken-tree coming up. Very cool Koan-poem. October 29, 2012 at 9:04 PM.
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crow files: fragment from a handheld device #10
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Poetry. songs. love. life. dreams. words. wonder. the spaces between these things. Friday, November 30, 2012. Fragment from a handheld device #10. She turned and walked away. Toes pointed straight ahead. Posted by bruce dorlova. November 30, 2012 at 9:34 PM. Toes pointed straight ahead. Thought i saw her eyes. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). There was an error in this gadget. Fragment from a handheld device #10. View my complete profile. A collection of thoughs. A handful of stones. Bird in a Box.
