A one lane bridge, Scarborough fair! A parsimony; a prayer no use. The sage and sober will negotiate the way with care, but not prince Valiant! The thrill is cheap as life, (what doesn’t kill you makes you strong as tin.) O down the icy night we ride until we crest the hill […]
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away on a breath of west wind – to poplar’s soft applause twirling you will not be pinned down mia oct 2020
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What started as ‘write a list poem’ and detoured into listless things, ended up with the observation that a list flows like a river. We always return to the river. And since then, List has flowed into Listen. Rilke’s Sonnets to Orpheus, The Spell of the Sensuous, even MIT’s ULab course have converged to enrich
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