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10 Love poems

Poem 1 Let us talk, let us speak wordslong, translucent wordslike chisels that break apartthe cold river from the hot deltaday from nightstone from stone. *** Poem 2 Take me happiness upwards and crush my temple against the starstill my … Continue reading

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Crushing happiness

The happiness inside mebecomes stronger than myselfstronger than my bonesthe bones you crush whenyou hug mealways hurtfullyalways wonderfully. http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fbunea.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F04%2Fcrushing-happiness.html&layout=button_count&show_faces=true&width=450&action=like&font&colorscheme=light&height=21 http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=rarvlabunsblo-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=B0026L7H20&fc1=000000&IS2=1&lt1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr

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Dream with a sitar at the end

We were at cabin in the mountains. (Who’s we?). I hear voices, We must go, we must go now. We got on a bus and rode for a long time. I knew it was a long time because I saw … Continue reading

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John Hemingway on getting published

“Now, whether you as a free, beautiful and fun loving person actually get published is another question. There doesn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason to it. Getting published is, as my grandfather once said, like taking your chances … Continue reading

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Fractured funny roses

Fractured roses, Adam’s apple of Moses, somebody save him, he’s chocking with manna, his mama shot him with an arrow in his Achilles’s heel, geez, that man’s anatomy is full of history, geez that man’s hysterectomy is full of misery, … Continue reading

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One year

Vortex of luminous daisies in circles with muscular fairies and 365 push-ups, we need to do this, we need to accomplish this, we look up to the beautiful and soothing Cross of Hope, we hold each other’s hands and step … Continue reading

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The bride side of life

Always look at the bride side of life, whistle with a thistle in your mouth and a thorn beneath your horn, dance with the broom across the room and bare soles on top of Poles escaped from concentrated lemonade and … Continue reading

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