Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Migrate. Are poems subjected to migration?

Is this the seasonal in poetry? Influence of light/dark. Of ripe? Of not yet ripe? The effects of editing? A poet's signature?


In food I migrate toward fresh fig, fava beans, persimmons. Always pears. Signature & seal.
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  1. sgang123April 8, 2011 at 9:50 AM

    but still no deal
    says the pretty announcer
    off in the distance
    a precarious embrace
    when doesn't the head turn
    toward a fragrant dawn?

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