"Be a poet of place," Philip Lamantia to Eileen Tabios
The world always looks different under mist, before mist lifts to clarify the consistency of our love, desire, cruelty, and loss.
Sometimes
you don't want
the mist
lifting
to reveal what
hid under
mist
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This will be the last post for this project. This project has done its job in making me begin to walk away from my computer chair--I promise...
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