With the trees always bare,
The raindrops coming down only halfway,
Coming so close and giving up."
Charles Simic, Great Infirmities
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January
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- Not a Still Life
- Gorgonize
- "It is no longer a question of balance and yet
- The Magic of Place
- Still Reaching
- "An immense stillness everywhere
- Rater's Anxiety
- Circumbendibus
- Life is a Cabaret
- "Clay tablets wail:
- No Rhyme or Reason
- Melancholia=Muse?
- Art(sy) for Art's Sake
- Finding your Inner Fish
- The Poetry of Outlandish Guesses
- Diego, I hardly knew you
- New Year's Resolution 3
- New Year's Resolution 2
- New Year's Resolution 1
- "A Hunger" for endnotes
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January
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About Me
Much Ado About Nothing
Don Pedro
Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.
Beatrice
No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.
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