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Category Archives: Poetry
life is simple
I would have told the secrets of my life long ago
but there were none: life is simple
Motorcycle & I
There are advantages to learning to clutch with your left hand, and shift with your left foot.
What is Native is Not Mistaken
The shell boy hides his eyes in shallow sleep:
if she falls into her sadness like the wakened
who wanders a secret night he hopes to follow
Longe das planícies
Did I miss the ripening fields: no
Orpheus
That’s why I sang these songs: the art of writing down my name might call up hers…
the days that passed him
He thought that what he made would decorate his days; instead (a rule of thumb) it was who he had become.
my reflection in the photograph
Several years ago I was “improving” my photo collection, which had become a wobbling tower of kodachrome, balanced precariously
Our Sound
It’s not who she is that begs the lyric; not what he wants that’s the melody’s thread. Instead: when something stirs…
Rue
I turned to face the evening: she was there. Her arms a circle, cool November: mist. The light a fallen curtain; and her hair, a silken flicker turned to mask her face.
Sambamaré
O coração baía aberto ao maré as águas vêm as águas vão prá onde eu não sei Chegam de tempestade ao suspiro elas vão escrevem nomes na areia que as ondas apagarão … instrumental Correnteza agridoce pôs tesouros à beira-mar que beleza me traz sorriso despedida me faz chorar Correnteza agridoce faz tesouros aterrisar que …
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