the stores were out of eggs. we were surviving on oatmeal. the highway e-billboard display bright like a star. severe storms. avoid travel. they left out the important part. severe depression. do not isolate at home.
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from the heart out
she was in her twenties
existence a slow drip of unhappenstance
when she surfaced from the midsection of an iceberg
the frozen contents of some formerly fluid
collective subconscious
experience
ready to travel the world
she began finally to thaw
from the heart out
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Big Sur beats
highway 1
eleven hundred miles
of coast with you
close
los gatos at home
thumbprints
weaving through
the mountains
radio and gas stations
the canyons
salt in our nostrils
kelp tossed like an aside
to the beaches
water pounding sense into
these rocks
let’s
reach out
over the cliffs to
eternity
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the traveler. 1997
life changed i
became
free of walk and free
of talk
those i loved
who had loved me
vanished
a sunny room
i watch you start in on
your meal
a couch under a modest chandelier
time passes
a soft spot where my voice
had been
ceramic plate
eggs and a spot of ketchup
a silver fork and listen!
do not speak!
contractions expansions the hands
climbing circles round
a face
you cannot
this cannot be
real
pots and pans brimming
with soap. good god
are we?
good god! i am
alive
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1997
Let your purpose carry you like a gust through darker moments of life, rattling the windows
I will be there
alongside your faith
to hold you
when you get home
We will know
neither day nor night
in our arms
embracing
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losing perspective
Dreary california sunshine day after day was what happened when no one left home for too long.
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