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No New Things

Golden gossamer sounds a melody with light while the breeze turns in preference carrying stars that blink because eyes are not enough to reflect the shimmer in her hair. She climbs a tree and there is a hope as she unfurls into the sky -that one sun hanging above the rest can take root in a drop of dew resting on ethereal palms- each finger secretly a bough of apples spiced with no new things at all, a sunset that comes without tricks, all too familiar, saying so much about so much but always with something we remember.

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The First Part of the Story of My Wrting

I am jealous of molasses but not honey, Don’t call me sweet. I am slow and easy so just stir me into your cookies, baby.   My walk is the reason why tobacco is in cologne. I am the desire of those who wear shadows as if they own them, asking to be tamed. If you didn’t notice, my walk is the reason that tobacco is in cologne, Yes I, smolder worlds with rolling shoulders my bones, are soldiers ready for battle, Turning all the wars of your body into dreams of seismologists waiting on my rumble. My fingers and hands taught the ocean how to reach for land over and over In a rhythm of waves whispering to nerves set afire and begging for baptism in sweat Dripping from animals that are too primitive to find an evolution or think of even leaving the sea. Ask and I’ll make the air move just by thinking of it for you Cause the wind knows my body and follows all the right lines to show you what I was built for. I am the hot sun in Siena, my breath is a hurricane that strips you so I can take your house by storm.