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You take me to the restaurant wher… plays God over a fish tank. The f… pace their green cage, waiting to… out of an element. Who knows what… There are thirteen in a tank meant
Kabir says the breath inside the breath is God & I say to Kabir you are the breath inside that bre…
For David Karetsky (April 14, 19… Putting the skis down in the white snow, the wind singing, the blizzard of time
The cover of the book is astral violet, & within it are poems, most of them
She was not a slender woman, but her skin was milk mixed in with strawberry jam & between her legs the word pu… & her hair was the color of wh…
We sit on a rock to allow our souls to catch up with us. We have been traveling a long time.
The house of the body is a stately manor open for nothing never to the public. But
Smoke, it is all smoke in the throat of eternity. . . . For centuries, the air was full of… Whistling up chimneys on their spiky brooms
Nobody believes in love– not even me. Love is the thing you wait to end.
I sit in the black leather chair meditating on the plume of smoke that rises in the air, riffling the pages of my life
A delicate border. A nonexistent… The train obligingly dissolves in… The G.I. next to me is talking wa… I don’t ‘know the Asian mind,’ he… Moving through old arguments.
Dear Colette, I want to write to you about being a woman for that is what you write to me. I want to tell you how your face
People who live by the sea understand eternity. They copy the curves of the waves, their hearts beat with the tides, & the saltiness of their blood
For all those who died– stripped naked, shaved, shorn. For all those who screamed in vain to the Great Goddess only to have their tongues
I put our books face to face so they could talk. They whispered about us. I put yours on top of mine. They would not mate.