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Inside Job | A Hundred Falling Veils
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A Hundred Falling Veils. A daily poetry practice. Laquo; What Might They Grow. When I Get Very Quiet, I Can See How It Goes. May 13, 2015 by Rosemerry. Sometimes I notice her,. That woman who shakes her head. No, no, no and stomps her foot. For emphasis, I notice her. Practically clawing her way. Up my throat, her eyes wild. With conviction, where does. She hide as I smile. A smile so real I believe it myself. As my head begins to nod. Click to email (Opens in new window). On May 14, 2015 at 6:37 pm.
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vulnerability | A Hundred Falling Veils
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A Hundred Falling Veils. A daily poetry practice. Posts Tagged ‘vulnerability’. Just Playing Around, this time with the link. On January 31, 2016 3 Comments. I love the way the cello underlines all the fragility–proof somehow that through resonance we can support each other in our most vulnerable places. Good luck, Kyra, getting that residency! Click to email (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Click to print (Opens in new window).
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When I Get Very Quiet, I Can See How It Goes | A Hundred Falling Veils
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A Hundred Falling Veils. A daily poetry practice. Laquo; Inside Job. How Could I Have Just Now Noticed? When I Get Very Quiet, I Can See How It Goes. May 14, 2015 by Rosemerry. Here, I say, I am here for you,. And then I run the other way. My legs are two trees. They never. Leave Everywhere I go, I am rooted. My legs are two rivers. They escape. In every moment. I am always. Where I’ve never been. There is only. Yes, and still I say no. The truth is. I do not want to be known. The truth. Ditto, what anon...
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spring | A Hundred Falling Veils
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A Hundred Falling Veils. A daily poetry practice. Posts Tagged ‘spring’. On May 14, 2016 3 Comments. The orange breasted song of the oriole. A leaf, straining against the bud scales,. This heart still in winter. Begins to believe in green. Click to email (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Click to print (Opens in new window). Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Just ...
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poem | A Hundred Falling Veils
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A Hundred Falling Veils. A daily poetry practice. Posts Tagged ‘poem’. After the Bear Incident. On August 19, 2016 1 Comment. Goldilocks never ate porridge again,. Nor did she sit in wooden chairs,. But she spent the rest of her life. Looking for another bed. That was just right. Damn perfection, the way. It always makes the rest of the world. So hard, so cold, so not enough. Click to email (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window).
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winter | A Hundred Falling Veils
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A Hundred Falling Veils. A daily poetry practice. Posts Tagged ‘winter’. On November 5, 2015 1 Comment. All around us now. And no tracks leading. Into the wood,. Please, I need. To walk in snow. And have beside me. You, there’s something. Wants to teach us,. What it is, but. It’s not only about. The cold, not only about. The way that some things. Click to email (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Read Full Post ». Click to print ...
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Uncategorized | A Hundred Falling Veils
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A Hundred Falling Veils. A daily poetry practice. Archive for the ‘Uncategorized’ Category. After the Bear Incident. On August 19, 2016 1 Comment. Goldilocks never ate porridge again,. Nor did she sit in wooden chairs,. But she spent the rest of her life. Looking for another bed. That was just right. Damn perfection, the way. It always makes the rest of the world. So hard, so cold, so not enough. Click to email (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Read Full Post ». Share on Fac...
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security | A Hundred Falling Veils
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A Hundred Falling Veils. A daily poetry practice. Posts Tagged ‘security’. On June 10, 2016 4 Comments. Who made her nest. Too close to the river’s. Click to email (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Click to print (Opens in new window). Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window). Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window).
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dream | A Hundred Falling Veils
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A Hundred Falling Veils. A daily poetry practice. Posts Tagged ‘dream’. On June 24, 2016 1 Comment. I thought if I made myself small enough. I could fit inside the box labeled happiness,. And I folded my dreams into neat little squares. And kept them on a shelf labeled later. Happiness knows no box. And who is this woman unfolding the dreams,. Wrapping them into blue turbans, green capes,. And magic carpets of every hue flying out of the box. Where is she going? Dang, she looks familiar. I have nothing t...