windrag : poetry : journal

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Month: April, 2014

ordinary mind

the tick of the clock agrees with the cursor’s blink each in its own room fallen white petals decay my guest long ago gone home

not fear, not desire

hermit, sequestered what brings him out of the cave? the voice of a friend

detail

fever miso water cup

with the young master

not the words themselves but what they point to. see it? made you look! haha!

today’s essay

best friend, poor advice wisdom from an enemy compare and contrast