December 2011
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"shorebirds" by George Keenen
I like to see the day come up: the water still, the mist. Birds come in the dark, belly- flopping on the pane of water, shattering the contemplation of the palms. When the light arrives, there they are, american coots, brown pelicans, curlews stilts heron, and it seems like a painting, matching pinks on sky and water, each bird a human type. Each lightening color registers my own presence...
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"It's Ours" by Charles Bukowski
there is always that space there just before they get to us that space that fine relaxer the breather while say flopping on a bed thinking of nothing or say pouring a glass of water from the spigot while entranced by nothing that gentle pure space it’s worth centuries of existence say just to scratch your neck while looking out the window at a bare branch that space there before they get to...
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“Affirmation of life even in its strangest and sternest problems, the will to...”
– Friedrich Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols