noise
over head
this city cries
lateral
the road
lies down crushed
boom
boom ba-boom
the valley heaves
birds
hide in
the window shadows
come
let me
love you now
Sunday, March 13, 2005
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- miss kate underground
- narcissus works
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- never neutral
- nevering
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- nomadics
- north of the latte line
- noti.zen
- okir
- p-ramblings
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- pedestrian happiness
- pelican dreaming
- peyoetry hut
- poems and poetics
- poet caconrad
- poetry hut
- raw light
- reading revival
- reading revival 2
- reading revival 3
- really bad movies
- reeling and writhing
- rhubarb is susan
- sarsaparilla
- shanna compton
- silliman's blog
- slim windows
- stephen vincent
- stoning the devil
- swim/swam
- sydney poetry
- texfiles
- the blind chatelaine's poker poetics
- the deletions
- the jetty
- the little workshop
- the morning line
- the suburban ecstasies
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- tympan
- typing space
- ululations
- un
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- venepoetics
- william watkin
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2 comments:
hay, naku! That was lovely...
Thanks, Jean.
The things that happen on the curfew! (that, in this city, planes can't fly over us after 11pm - supposedly).
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