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SHADOW PUPPETS

2017-03-16T17:06:31-07:00

Backstage    behind the screen he showed them to you shiny brass profiles elaborately cut with flared sleeves and big heads one mouth an open beak If you are [...]

SHADOW PUPPETS2017-03-16T17:06:31-07:00

Consider the Ants

2017-03-16T17:00:22-07:00

          The noise of the broken spine of an ant here on earth is nothing           in (God's) holy precincts it [...]

Consider the Ants2017-03-16T17:00:22-07:00

Sowing Rain

2017-03-16T16:28:52-07:00

When rain rains steadily on roof and deck knocking in gutters splattering against the window as if flung by a Millet farmer sowing rain we stay inside all day [...]

Sowing Rain2017-03-16T16:28:52-07:00

Mid-climb

2017-03-16T16:18:36-07:00

Breathless I stopped mid-climb air-piercing atomic greens and yellows arrowed toward me   terrified of the beak I jerked my face aside   He stood beside me cupping the bird [...]

Mid-climb2017-03-16T16:18:36-07:00

From Manipur

2017-03-16T16:11:55-07:00

            From Manipur they came             to dance Priyadarshi's transformation When he returned victorious riding his bull elephant bleeding corpses moaned To silence them [...]

From Manipur2017-03-16T16:11:55-07:00

Mid-climb

2017-03-16T15:57:13-07:00

Breathless I stopped mid-climb air-piercing atomic greens and yellows arrowed toward me terrified of the beak I jerked my face aside He stood beside me cupping the bird in his [...]

Mid-climb2017-03-16T15:57:13-07:00

Aurora

2016-11-30T10:52:36-07:00

I call upon the gods of the Northern Lights.              We are here What powers are these?               Look. [...]

Aurora2016-11-30T10:52:36-07:00

Tribal holy man

2016-12-06T10:15:55-07:00

The tribal holy man thought about the gods who were inscrutable so he prescribed laws and the people planted rows of wheat scooped channels for the hidden-spring spirit laid vermillion [...]

Tribal holy man2016-12-06T10:15:55-07:00

If we have no sticks for fire

2016-11-30T10:15:11-07:00

If we have no sticks for fire when we come to the land of no water buttes with wind-scoured skulls tumbleweed   spiny scrub we metamorphose into stones some ghost [...]

If we have no sticks for fire2016-11-30T10:15:11-07:00
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