cummings & goings

the poetry of breathing.

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ODO 180 IS HERE. CLICK ANYWHERE TO VIEW AND COMMENT.

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Prada Spring Summer 2015

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From ODO 180 044

"To pass code, establishments scorn their tenants

to embody an architecture of some similarity.

You be the doorstop or the crown moulding, who cares.”

OCTOBER 30.

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"at night I wonder

how much you sleep a wall

between my empty bed and your alarm clock.”

—from ODO 180 333.  Poetry collection being released October 30.

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Clayton of werent and adonisofdenver here,

I’ll be posting here for updates on and the eventual unveiling of my new collection of poetry, ODO 180. Please follow and interact as you wish. Poetry doesn’t exist in a vacuum.

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"…the number of hairs on my head?

  this knowledge is not mighty, god,

  though I have nowhere near

that caliber of parlor trick”

ODO 180. Released October 30th.

[adonisofdenver]

In the past 6 months, I've written 74 poems. I'm about to present 30 of them soon. Writing is as important to me as painting and I'm very proud of how much and what I have been writing. Thanks to everyone that reads, critiques, and inspires me. This is what love, experience, and emotion I can share.

"Laces knotted so savagely tight fingers and foreheads throb coming up; it’s so we remember that falling is in each step." ODO 180 080

ODO 180. Coming Soon.

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ODO 180. Poetry Collection. Coming Soon.

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ODO 180. Poetry Collection. Coming Soon.

[adonisofdenver]

ODO 180. Poetry Collection.  Coming Soon.

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coming soon.

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CL4US by Clayton Woolery

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Unleashing by Clayton Woolery.

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Beautiful.  a poem in 9 parts by Clayton Woolery

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[adonisofdenver]

Moniker by Clayton Woolery

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Estuary Forms

1

  under a modest calliope

tap your feet, tap the sustain

that twinkles like gypsum

under the tightrope

  nowhere in this fabric

sun finds punctures

to tilt midday’s columns

of light on intimacies

gentle circus animal

has forgiven at what cost

  has learned to lift its head

  under your revered sole

before the plié, toe

and that swift song on

the banks of the low river

2

  do you know the words

we use to describe calls

of birds? the way a falcon

has so little cello in its swooping timbre

  symphony, sound together

in a bunched root lace

  thinning rhythms we

draped over civilization

since genesis condensed

on the sweating glass

  of all waters:

the slow rise and shift

of pickaxes sparking in mines

and, unlistenable, accumulations

  of last breaths. who will

record their entire life first?

if it is Piper, are we all Piper then

  is listening measured in possible

embodiment?

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If Atlas Shrugged by Clayton Woolery