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Posts Tagged recovery

By Myself, I Can’t Get Back Up Again

I fall in

roadside ditches, mud

splashes my

face, smothers

my blown hopes, but some grant me

grace, allow me life.

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Etude 2017-8 — Quiet Dance with a Madman

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One Day, In My Cage, I Ceased Fighting

This is a soundscape but with dramatic shape. This kind of post-modernism is not agreeable to most people, but it’s where I am right now — I feel so comfortable mired in the muck.

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The Dogs Pointed Toward Eternal Silences

When rain comes,

old smiles flatter dogs,

I’m dying

below gray

rock, and morgues speak of silent

dances, my last squeels

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Etude 2017-7 — We Think We Were Working

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Etude 2017-6 — Walking Toward, Balking at Death

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The Darkness Ceased for a Moment

They crawl out

of soil, to help, to

forgive me,

to hold me,

showing me I’m not in hell,

beveling, I’m warm.

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Etude 2017-5 — One Day My Dog Began to Love Me

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Etude 2017-4 — Stacking Dishes Without Incident

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Etude 2017-3 — Fugue for When I Tried to Write a Poem on Friday

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