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2009 A Ritual to Read to Each Other. Recurrence Aug 18. Two Years Later Aug 17. The River-Merchants Wife A Letter Aug 16. A Ritual To Read To Each Other Aug 15. 2009 A Ritual to Read to Each Other. December 31st, 2009 1101pm. Heres one last poem, to finish up the wonderful year of 2009 A Ritual to Read to Each Other, by William Stafford. Read it here. 8230; scroll horizontally to read each passage. And, as always, best viewed with Firefox. . 1 comment . Recurrence Aug 18. We shall.PARSED CONTENT
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Monday, May 31, 2010. I turned on the faucet in my kitchen in Boston,. And it spilled our a miniature diorama of Brooklyn. Perfect to scale, cranes sleep with their necks limp. In a new industrial lot near the Projects. The traffic on the Belt coming off the Verrazano. Blinked exquisitely, competing rows of red and white glimmers. Dispersed through the streets of Bay Ridge and Prospect Park. Where the water swells heave and point toward the yellowing light. Perhaps it was the hour, or my .
Thank you for wondering upon Part Time Poetry. All poems contained are my original work. Thank you for taking your time to read them. Please feel free to comment. Friday, July 31, 2015. To destinations and realities unquestioned. Outside of time and space.
A collaborative poetic venture, in honor of April. March 12, 2013 by. Yet, buys the line. All men are created equal. As long as I say OK. April 3, 2012 by. My dreams climb up the walls. The bird on my shoulder. Posted in Poem A Day. January 31, 2012 by.