Tag: #summer
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a peeling (an imayo)

Postcards printed on cotton- or piel penned with ink Azul irises returned- to sender or spring That summer of stringed gafas- of tatuajes Leaking stories through the skin- a five-floored fable . My first attempt at the Imayo poetry form. If you want to have a go yourself click here to read an article with…
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Summer Ruminations (a catena rondo)

That was the summer sand got caught in his throat Between 18-mile cycles to the beach Dilated pupils, hands out of reach That was the summer sand got caught in his throat . Between 18-mile cycles to the beach He replayed the silences of last night’s call Berating a heart if it dared to once…
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the opening speech

Welcome to camp To experimentation To “done” projects To progress over perfection Welcome to choosing creativity first To moving from an authentic space From the fire that is barely a flicker From that part I know is still there Welcome to the part beyond fear Like a great oak in the woods 30m after rainful…
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#080: from the sky or the hose

Look! How the parched grass Contorts their yellowing tongues To the hope of rain
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#077: it’s hot (cinquain practice)

not now! forearm hot skin shouted up to the sun their fried antennas signalling for clouds