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A Poet's Eyes
Didn't Ulysses, eyes tired,weary of wonders, weepwith absolute joyupon seeing his Ithaca,beautiful and green?We have those eyes...seeking...no...needing,an endless, verdanteternity, all dawnsand...
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White Blur
See in your deepest, strangestimaginings, how we blazedlike crimson sledsover silent, powdered snowin a headlong rush ofyears, singular experiences a whiteblur, moments nothing tactile,insignificant...
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Barrow of Sand
Was it you, unknown handpulled me into the wreck of my life?I leaned over the bridgethe air, blackblood in my veins like iceyour hand held me hardits grip in the blackness tightenedstrangely warmrain...
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Afterword
it surprised me, howlove had somehow settled in eternal,like a shroud.but have I yet died my death?or you?living our hard choiceis close, in a waygenerations risefrom the sea, then dwindle…vanish…what...
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Cool Water
Perched above the riveron the overlookof our farewell encounteran underwaterbrightness flows, distortingthe womanly curve of hills, our facesClimbing down in front of the fallswe wade outinto cool...
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Where Is God by Jo VonBargen
I absorbed your lovespeakand woke from the deadfor a year, thenpoof, you were gonethe great bridge of skies didn'ttake me to you...I would have come, though,had it meant sailing the sewersmy strength,...
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My Testament by Jo VonBargen
This idea, this memory, this hope that glimmers in the shell of my mind Like mother-of-pearl, like ground-glass powder, like a snail-track… Is not a lamp in some office, in some church carefully...
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Go (For My Father)
When you breathed your lastI willed us to be in the old apple orchardwhere wind would sweep in with anew surge of lifeBut here were only a bright tangle of memoriessinking, foundering -and it was no...
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Winging It In Eagle River by Jo VonBargen
what's a girl like you doingat McDuffy's Hotel allalone in Alaska, forGod's sake, askedthe plumberI'm havingan adventure, said I, noteven sure that waswhy, gazing out at the lonelinessof black crows...
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The Altar Boy By Jo King VonBargen
The Altar Boy 0 Comments THE ALTAR BOYLong years ago, two differentlands met, on the shaky,quite shaky bridgeof the heartand promptly fell offto the depthsThis land had knowledgeof the heart, its...
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