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On the Mountain: 14.09.07
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Jill Stephanie Morgyn is a seeker, contemplative poet and rogue scholar. September 14, 2007. Sitting, all I can do. Today, a little gardening. The wind carries spirits, my own. The fern's fractal leaf, a jasmine star. Flower on a potato vine. Smell of black earth humus. My hands reach more deeply into it. Butter and blood (poem). Fear lives in the throat. I can feel it three fingers down. From the soft basin,. It tastes of butter and blood. The breath drawn in. Some days it is impossible for me to leave.
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On the Mountain: 22.09.07
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Jill Stephanie Morgyn is a seeker, contemplative poet and rogue scholar. September 22, 2007. On reading the new book of an old enemy (poem). When I read your poems, sitting in the comfort. Of my study, puerh. Steaming, the golden. Light streaming from my lamp. My heart is a stone. You've stolen my words, the koi in my pond. Crows in the sky, and even my rolling eyes. During meditation. one more thing. You've done, a long list of things. A sutra of betrayal and lies. Tonight, I am a bitter woman.
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On the Mountain: I Observe the Poem Writes Itself
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Jill Stephanie Morgyn is a seeker, contemplative poet and rogue scholar. January 7, 2009. I Observe the Poem Writes Itself. I drink tea, stare long hours. At gold lacquer, cherry tabletop. Suspend a brush above the page as if it might. Write a single perfect script. What would it mean? I am only an observer. The poem starts again when the foot placed firmly, shifts. Its weight pressed down into the back heel, pivots the measured. The precise movement of this poem will discern. In the center of his fist.
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On the Mountain: 07.01.09
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Jill Stephanie Morgyn is a seeker, contemplative poet and rogue scholar. January 7, 2009. I Observe the Poem Writes Itself. I drink tea, stare long hours. At gold lacquer, cherry tabletop. Suspend a brush above the page as if it might. Write a single perfect script. What would it mean? I am only an observer. The poem starts again when the foot placed firmly, shifts. Its weight pressed down into the back heel, pivots the measured. The precise movement of this poem will discern. In the center of his fist.
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On the Mountain: Book Published & Available Online for Purchase
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Jill Stephanie Morgyn is a seeker, contemplative poet and rogue scholar. March 20, 2009. Book Published and Available Online for Purchase. I am happy to announce the book publication of my first collection of literary poems, Tree Breathing. Sponsored by the Saskatchewan Arts Board and the Banff Centre of the Arts, and edited by Canadian Governor General's Award-winner, Robert Hilles. It is available here. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Naomi Rubine, Travel Writer.
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On the Mountain: 20.03.09
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Jill Stephanie Morgyn is a seeker, contemplative poet and rogue scholar. March 20, 2009. Book Published and Available Online for Purchase. I am happy to announce the book publication of my first collection of literary poems, Tree Breathing. Sponsored by the Saskatchewan Arts Board and the Banff Centre of the Arts, and edited by Canadian Governor General's Award-winner, Robert Hilles. It is available here. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Naomi Rubine, Travel Writer.
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On the Mountain: 23.10.07
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Jill Stephanie Morgyn is a seeker, contemplative poet and rogue scholar. October 23, 2007. Poem for an old friend. Caught in your darkness, old friend. You are not my friend. as if hair. Could replace the sun. I traded that light. For years of days, once wrote poems. Your dark eyes, saying words. Like nocturne, gull's wing, egg of moon. But they are just dark - as hate. Dead father you carry, the alleys. You drag yourself through night after night. In your mind. don't write about my pain.
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On the Mountain: 24.11.07
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Jill Stephanie Morgyn is a seeker, contemplative poet and rogue scholar. November 24, 2007. Night brings winter rain (poem). The cold rain has come. I welcome it, I spread my hair. Comb's teeth forms perfect rows, the planted garden. Its broad leaves of radish and lettuce, one pond of emotion,. Shared. my lover whispers stories, moves clay. Pots to create music, we sit in the furo. Steaming, frogs drip from the trees. I hear. All of us singing together - there is no separation. Breath, vessels, bamboo.
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On the Mountain: 17.09.07
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Jill Stephanie Morgyn is a seeker, contemplative poet and rogue scholar. September 17, 2007. Why we're back (poem). Old ones, we all find ourselves. Back here when we were certainly on the verge. Of being cloud-dragons. so male, so. Stubborn in our meditations, unlike trees. Even the animals we mimicked felt. Their way through life not putting. Blades through their chests for shame. Of nurturing another warm living thing. Someone you love, dies and you. Berate yourself for feeling sad.
