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Defining horizons

The memory and the dream are one and the samea phantom limb that I would break my own…
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Mediterranean (from Tarifa to you)

I watch the weather where I was and where I want to be; too cold for summer, too hot for winter, too comfortable to be close to anywhere ...
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Embers eternal

Embers eternal but we’re a ways from raging with the fire Roll another one and take me back…
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Paradise

Paradise, he declares while I proceed to speak of chains. I am Con-Tiki in reverse, a raft that’s…
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Aperture/Closure

I. It’s been one of those nights when sleep escapes and in its wake these words that race,…
Cat sniffs red heels
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Blisters, sparks / Unexpected sentimentality

This post was originally titled "Poems about boys". Then I thought that was too racy and also inaccurate. So I changed it. There are two poems, both inspired by - but not actually about - boys. But this is poetry, after all, so who am I to tell you what my poems are "actually" about? If you're still interested in my attempts at creative writing, please read on ...
Candlelit dinner
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First date poetry and other awkwardness

I once went on a date where I was asked to read some poetry aloud. It was one of the most awkward things I've ever had to do. Reading out somebody else's poetry was intimate in all the wrong ways.
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Trains, Platform 29

Lately I’ve been spending time alone on the train, with the trains inside this mind where I am surrounded…
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Defrag this

In the days before I converted to Mac, defragging my PC was a standard part of my life. I…
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The opposite of vertigo

The opposite of vertigo Is your wings poised for flight and your feet stuck in cement; Is the skyward pull that makes you ill to be on the ground. Gravity versus your dreams. The opposite of vertigo Is conversations about the weather and getting angry at traffic; Is display windows taunting you with things that won’t make you happy. You can see right through them. From the pit of your stomach to the tip of your tongue the air here’s thick, swallows up inspiration. The opposite of vertigo Is the sickening sensation of settling; Is being shackled when you should be airborne. The opposite of vertigo Is the curse of those who come down from altitude; Is the Icarus in you and me.