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10 The Found Poetry Project
10 October: Inure I took wings over rough ground,perpetual motion a wild appearance of madness,of inure. I am a wild man-a goat on a mountainside.Blackbirds with a grape. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. (found on pgs 18-21) Wounded by…
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10 October: Seige
Seige The heat and white dust feels feudal.It’s like the last remnants of a fading man. A landscape of human affairs,persistently bleak. Scent of sulphur and burning horse shitblows through the shutters. We know the routine. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery…
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9 October: For Unicorn Challenge
One Saturday Afternoon Dad’s sitting in his stressless chair.By the window.TV remote in one hand,an air gun resting on the windowsill. The gun is filled with buckshot. The gawd-damned deer, as he calls them because he says he doesn’t curse near kids, and I’m 6,are eating his raspberries. And the…
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09 The Found Poetry Project
9 October: Wood Woodopened my mindand emptied the air. Fetched the earthto enter me. I breathe old sage again.And againI am insatiably filledwith my own lament. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. (found on pgs 17-18) Wounded by Love, The…
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08 The Found Poetry Project
8 October: Free I am sureof fragrant wordsheard in my head. Smoothed.Planed down.Rasp and crystalline as sea stone. Erase my heart of sight,and I will leave my thoughts free. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. (found on pgs 14-16, 17)…
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7 October: A Quadrille for dVerse
Feather Something as pure as a feather,a bleached bone quill,a white wisp vane, maybe fallen froman albatross in a brush with an angel. Or an owlsitting in withering elderberries. A feather hangs in knotted websof a spider, opalized by moonlight. A 44-word (sans title) quadrille written for dVerse Poets “brush”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI,…
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07 The Found Poetry Project
7 October: In a Stroke My heart was with his,and I knew the bread to cut the mackerel to gut. In a single stroke, I wished nothing morethan to inhale grace. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. (found on pgs…
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06 The Found Poetry Project
6 October: Irascible On the other side of the mountain,mother dreamsI am a teenager,my young footprints cry out,as if by divine power. And I moveher stones here, and moveher stones there. When the word came to me.Irascible. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not…
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6 October: Old Wool and Bumblebees
Old Wool and Bumblebees There’s smoke in the air,or maybe it’s my old Fair Isletweedy wool sweater. Every odour and insect descendson old wool. It always smells of something. But this is smoke. Just heard on the radio —the last storm carried a veil of smokefrom North America’s wildfires, hitched itself on a wave of…
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05.1 The Found Poetry Project
5 October: The Lamps I am leftto the beauty of night.Skin, lamps, bright and shining.Earth no longergrips meto its pale. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. (found on pg 10) Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious,…
