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Month: April 2014

3D

April 26, 2014 / Arambler / Leave a comment

If I could
print you
a new hand

to hold
mine, I would
still walk alone

up this hill. You would
rescue a baby
squirrel falling

from bare branches,
and the day
would become salvage.

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Netting

April 19, 2014April 19, 2014 / Arambler / 9 Comments

From the street,
she sees a hammock affixed
to some bare
elms in a city

park. A how to live
in urban green before
it greens. Bad
poetry never makes good

architecture. Good
architecture makes good

poetry if
the intentional flaw

doesn’t compromise
the structure. She wonders
how tight
those knots are tied.

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Entrain

April 16, 2014 / Arambler / Leave a comment

The invisible
line between
walking and running
talking and singing
touching and pressuring
scent and stench
breeze and gust
sleeping and dying
to live is
lift off.

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Reading Mrs. Stevens Hears the Mermaids Singing in a Bar

April 12, 2014 / Arambler / Leave a comment

In Lagos, Portugal.
She thought she was so

adult to be
drinking alone

with Ms. Sarton
still alive in a foreign country.

28 years ago
this August, she hasn’t been

back. No longer goes
to bars with or without

May. There was a bartender
in that story—but not this poem.

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Cure for Cruel April 9th

April 9, 2014 / Arambler / Leave a comment

Here is
my note to self
to remember to soar
just a little more gracefully
each day.

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Risking Behavior

April 6, 2014 / Arambler / Leave a comment

Dare to
schedule a massage,
board a train
headed east, look
up while passing beneath
a balcony, remember
who she hitchhiked with
the last time
she did it—dared
to be
so young, that is.

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Prince Sings

April 4, 2014 / Arambler / Leave a comment

Sometimes it snows
in April. Sometimes

it’s too soon
for any new

life to begin. Better
before anything stirs. Better

to be an addendum
to winter than a mutation

to spring.

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