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6:09 a.m.
one day this poem
woke up homeless
it moved its shadow across the street
but nothing else changed
birds flew overhead
traffic moved along
the past on its way
to the...
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Late last year I wrote a 10 sonnet sequence entitled New Muses for a Posthuman Age, the idea being to update the goddesses and answer...
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Her look was warm as summer dawn,
there was a lightness as she stepped
as if the ground was almost a cloud,
her beauty a casual dream...
