he said he loved me best
in the summer, and
traced Orion's belt between
three freckles on my
jaw.
cooking again, stubborn as hell.
3 weeks ago
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
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between the click of the light and the start of the dream.
us kids know.
no planes.
no space ships.
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let's go.
- annie dillard.
- baudelaire.
- bret lott.
- cin salach.
- cornelius eady.
- dave eggers.
- dostoevsky.
- elizabeth gilbert.
- garrison keillor.
- hafiz.
- hunter s. thompson.
- jack ridl.
- joanna macy.
- john berryman.
- john irving.
- john mcphee.
- john muir.
- li-young lee
- mary oliver.
- michael delp.
- pals.
- paste magazine.
- richard brautigan.
- richard rohr.
- rilke.
- rumi.
- steve orlen.
- terry tempest williams.
- the believer.
- the new yorker.
- thich nhat hanh.
- thomas merton.
- tom wolfe.
- wendell berry.
- william carlos williams.
- william stafford.
in an orderly manner.
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1 comments:
Good use of Orion's belt. The real language of poetry is metaphor and the implications of Orion's belt here is the nodal point of the piece. Jolly fun.
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