Tag Archives: mundus imaginalis

Thoughts I’ve Been Thinking

Oh, you know perfectly well it’s just another damned poem! Poetry, I love you so much, if you had a human body, I would know I am a ghost. Tonight, scarce ten minutes ago: We Have Borne This Before No … Continue reading

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Weird, but Weirdly Wise

8 June 2016 8 In Sight of What’s Wise My shivering ghost awoke lonely last morning, its thin cotton sheets soaked right through, and so cold. Why the high window lay wide open all through the night, I don’t know, … Continue reading

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Still

Surely this is all still part of anniversary grief.  He was brilliant, but more than that, he was infinitely imaginative and kind.  My forever friend, you are always welcome to dream with me, and tell me everything. 26 April 2016 … Continue reading

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Sharing

Here is a recent poem I just shared at my favorite poetry blog, Scarriet.   As soon as I had, I felt a little guilty for not posting it here.  Well, I can fix that! I don’t know if you’ll be … Continue reading

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Little Tears and Wings

Today was fine and clear in the afternoon, and I walked out and looked around. Along the main road, I followed an empty lot that was just dry gravel, no pavement. Beside it, I watched for a long time a … Continue reading

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11-11

Things got a little stranger than usual last night: 11 November 2015 11 Here and Gone, Alive Soft, as I fall quite asleep all alone, the little hands rise up and shadow the light that wants to leak in, but … Continue reading

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From the Foundry

11 September 2014 6 First Founder of My Line When I can lie with my eyes wide awake, and know I am praying, I know what I’ll say: this was a vertical pool of cold pavement in which I lay … Continue reading

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