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davie
an old pirate once told me about a typhoon from hell and a rowboat to china. about how he almost crapped his pants that time. and telling me this, he grinned from ear to ear.
davie
"i am not god," says the moon, "but the lingering taste of her lips." even her Glance might suffice to set us in our orbits, i think. the moon knows this: she tastes whom she... More »
davie
flip side of futile currency: joy. asking questions, hoping for intervention. beauty, he thinks: a stone egg hatching. the sky giving birth. rain from a clear sky. a stick thrown in a pond- waveless.
davie
Where glaciers scraped Aiden's Lake out of the mountains, it rains. The lake fills and overflows into Cody Creek. Fish swim there, sometimes.
davie
sermon of black birds, pulpit of moss, only would i trade Thou for the New Man. (we linger with our Makers)
davie
how bright the morning dew, how vivid the sky and hills. who is this, but the morning dew? day's warmth comes and we know it. how vivid the sky and hills.
davie
jar of daisies. light plays against the wall.
davie
a broken mirror, oak bark moss verdant, feather flesh rehewn, a sail that loves storm.
davie
all flaming brightly, the vermillon seal sharp. two trees swaying- wind.
davie
oh, you said, what's that on the horizon? a starbucks, i said and you laughed at that. no you nut, you said, pointing out to sea.
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