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Haikuiform Road Map | A Fire Was In My Head
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A Fire Was In My Head. Edward Stephens is an American poet of no renown and a formidable dreamer. He currently lives in Philadelphia amid an intoxicating atmosphere of heavy expectancy. Say It This Way. In the model of a haiku chain, here are our travels recorded and ordered, a map with unusual lines, an occasion for a big and fragmentary place and for the people who move through it like light lost in a web of shattered glass, an unordained narrative. Charged with summer force,. Shimmers like a fantasy.
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June | 2011 | A Fire Was In My Head
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A Fire Was In My Head. Edward Stephens is an American poet of no renown and a formidable dreamer. He currently lives in Philadelphia amid an intoxicating atmosphere of heavy expectancy. Say It This Way. Gift of God Blues. 18 June 2011, 5:46 pm. Filed under: New Poetry. Gift of God Blues. Music is a gift, babe,. Yeah music is a gift of God. Music is a gift, babe,. Oh yeah music is a gift of God. And more music from your ruby lips,. Well, babe, I think I’d rather not. Beauty is a gift, babe,.
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October | 2008 | A Fire Was In My Head
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A Fire Was In My Head. Edward Stephens is an American poet of no renown and a formidable dreamer. He currently lives in Philadelphia amid an intoxicating atmosphere of heavy expectancy. Say It This Way. Haikuiforms from the Road. 28 October 2008, 3:17 pm. Filed under: New Poetry. The wet and the cold have converged on Philadelphia today. (The rain succeeded in suspending even the World’s Series.) What better to warm your hearts and bodies than simple, concentrated poetry? We rode dawn to the Badlands.
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August | 2009 | A Fire Was In My Head
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A Fire Was In My Head. Edward Stephens is an American poet of no renown and a formidable dreamer. He currently lives in Philadelphia amid an intoxicating atmosphere of heavy expectancy. Say It This Way. 23 August 2009, 2:32 pm. Filed under: New Poetry. Ghastly crackles down below the wheels. Sliding up the gravel drive to the old house. The engine gives a little shake. Wrapped as if in snow by darkness. And cool nebulae of dew. I draw no more form. Than these pines I think,. Mountains many miles north,.
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November | 2008 | A Fire Was In My Head
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A Fire Was In My Head. Edward Stephens is an American poet of no renown and a formidable dreamer. He currently lives in Philadelphia amid an intoxicating atmosphere of heavy expectancy. Say It This Way. 26 November 2008, 2:37 pm. Filed under: New Poetry. Americans give thanks tomorrow, apparently. Here is a poem. They say the Sea of Galilee would falter. If sailors never blessed it with the name. The name is just the knotting on the halter. I say the sea would hold Him just the same. Mingus, I am summoned.
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April | 2009 | A Fire Was In My Head
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A Fire Was In My Head. Edward Stephens is an American poet of no renown and a formidable dreamer. He currently lives in Philadelphia amid an intoxicating atmosphere of heavy expectancy. Say It This Way. 19 April 2009, 1:29 am. Or underneath the “features” link to the left. The inaugural selections come from Chuck Berry, Outkast, and Paul Simon. Enjoy. A Poem from California. 17 April 2009, 1:58 pm. Filed under: New Poetry. Remains of the Day. You freckle in the light. With the surface of all plain things.
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Two Stanzas of an Incomplete Work | A Fire Was In My Head
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A Fire Was In My Head. Edward Stephens is an American poet of no renown and a formidable dreamer. He currently lives in Philadelphia amid an intoxicating atmosphere of heavy expectancy. Say It This Way. Two Stanzas of an Incomplete Work. 31 July 2011, 6:23 pm. I haven’t quite figured out what to do with these. They’re two good little quatrains, but I don’t think either follows the other directly. They don’t make up a full poem yet, to say the least. Where does it leave us? Leave a Comment so far. You are...
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May | 2009 | A Fire Was In My Head
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A Fire Was In My Head. Edward Stephens is an American poet of no renown and a formidable dreamer. He currently lives in Philadelphia amid an intoxicating atmosphere of heavy expectancy. Say It This Way. 16 May 2009, 10:37 am. Here is a meditation on spring rain. It isn’t quite W. C. Williams. On the city grid. Or shakes my hand;. And I am hunched. We keep to our hoods. And stooped shoulders,. Regard our toes;. I return to my pillow. Drifting in a dry sky. Falling in a dream. To dry, dry oceans.
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March | 2009 | A Fire Was In My Head
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A Fire Was In My Head. Edward Stephens is an American poet of no renown and a formidable dreamer. He currently lives in Philadelphia amid an intoxicating atmosphere of heavy expectancy. Say It This Way. 6 March 2009, 9:41 am. Filed under: New Poetry. A hundred dummy cans adorning. After a storm hit it hard. The traders need to trade. It lost a layer of dust. Last night and sits. Clean in the mud. Any crow. Who wants to gets. To come to the cargo. From puddles and make the rain. Look more like ink. That s...
