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Naw-Ruz

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Naw-Ruz in a perfect garden—  songs  so great I cannot weep words so swift I can fly

I want tanka

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I want  to be a voyager in your heart put my soul back  in your hands

thirst during the fast tanka

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heavenly rains inundate my tongue recalling my childhood I open my arms to love

fasting tanka

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a hidden sun rises  like a pillar of fire  inside me ...  on the brink of sleep  the heat of love

Where are you now - tanka prose

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Where are you now The last time I saw him was just a few days before he passed away. We hugged each other like we had once before. He had the scent of lilies and white roses . I know what it feels like, swimming through the stars when I see him, and I don’t need the air because I breathe him.* undressing him in the muted evenings of my golden years I can't remember his name... love, gone like that

spring tanka

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spring, keep me away from funerals wash Frida Kahlo's hair come out smelling like irises taste the moon in Lorca's eyes

I heard tanka

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I heard  you fucked it up again-- I am a conqueror i'd rather stand tall  than live on my knees

headlines read tanka

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headlines read: Veterans Volunteer to Fight ISIS* they see enemies lifting black flags above  Syrian cities *New York Times

the many voices tanka

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manic surge-- the many voices  inside  one voice it all could end tomorrow 

born into light tanka

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born into light-- I am the one that never granted  you forgiveness the one pretending to live  among the dying

undressing him tanka

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undressing him  in the muted evenings  of my golden years  I can't remember his name...  love, gone like that*  

I grant myself tanka

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I grant myself  the extravagance of breakfast-- fasting is too hard to spread on my toast

tanka art

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Jealousy tanka

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when love is at a close —Rupert Brooke, Jealousy how is living with a rattle snake a funky woman with no clairvoyance are you satisfied day after day I sat with you watching love turn to habit, you're not what I'm missing, indifference is all I can muster

standing on a bridge tanka

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I knew  I couldn't get to her  in time she was standing on a ridge looking out over the river

art is a bridge tanka

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art is a bridge,  scarcely curved,  connecting the secret  with the first innocence...  I'm on the ridge ready to leap

Labrinth- Beneath Your Beautiful (Official music video)

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the body gets old and it tires tanka

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my body  grows old and tired  on its journey  my soul knows how it feels  to lie in a bed of lilies