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Shedding Your Skin

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My Heart Knows Him Still ( For TLP)

Liminality



NEEDING /KNEADING MORE (sometimes)

WHAT WILL YOU THINK GENTLE READER, AFTER YOU'VE FINISHED READING THIS?...We Are All Star Children

Not My Season

Belle Du Jovan

The Hope Of All These Things Which Would Never Come In a Box

The Best Revenge (For All Your Critic's Critiques)

The Birds Are Such Un-numbering Creatures of Distant Hitchcockian Past

A Man Of The Clouds

Sometimes In Losing I Have Gained A Lot

Informed Through Pain

Shrine

Silver-Tongued Devil

I Will Return

TONIGHT

Expect Yourself

When My Blues Are Gone

The Factory of Resentments

They Grew (A Poem From The Imaginarium)

Didn't You Learn That First Lesson In Kindergarten?

Where The Weird Actually Tried To Turn Pro

Accountants

Within The Green Wind Becomes The Fall

Open Lines

You Got Your Lilly Back

Errands (WHAT ARE YOUR UNOFFICIALLY APPOINTED ERRANDS?)

the earth is our mother

Marinate On This

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I Will Return


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where've I been?
--some place
not so new,
distant,
but endlessly old,
changing, yet changeless...

that's where I've been
I long to return there...
as those ancient amphibians did
long ago
those eventually evolved into
what I am today--
an animal who thinks

or,
perhaps,
I might be a starfish
gazing up into my brilliant night sky
wondering when I would belong there
or
I might be one of the white grains
of softened sand
trampled along the shore
or
I might be a shell
no longer occupied
noticing how I've been emptied
or
I might be the ocean swells
claiming all that crosses my path
greedily
and finding myself wantinng of more
and more

I would live here
in my heart
I would divine what is in my soul
to return again and often
and even do so as I sleep in my dreams
my will so strong it would
grant all my wishes for this
permanently opened door.
 
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I have been to the ocean and have found it difficult
to return to the life of land-lovers
--the city is a place to get by in
not a place in which to thrive.
The ocean is a living place. A breathing space.
Fresh and ever-changing and alive. I will make it
my mission to return as often as I/we are able.


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