The Other Side of Infinity

I’ve heard interminable stories
about the inordinate number
of Inuit words for snow.
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Fenestration

In Architecture: The arrangement of windows and doors in a building.
In Medicine: A surgical procedure to correct certain causes of deafness.


May Day, 2020
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Autosuggestion, 22 Apr 2020

found lines from a time of great unrest, after Émile Coué

In 1920, Coué released Self-Mastery Through Conscious Autosuggestion in which he called the technique one with which “we play unconsciously all our life, as a baby plays with its rattle. It is however a dangerous instrument; it can wound or even kill if you handle it imprudently and unconsciously. It can on the contrary save your life when you know how to employ it consciously.

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The Way of Pain

He tries to stay light on his feet.

His name is not Muhammed Ali.
He does not float like a butterfly,
he does not sting like a bee.
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Proverb

      For surely there is an end—
         as sure as there is Spring.

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Fermata

I drank a toast on Christmas Day—
a toast to you, my musical bride,
and to your life, so grave, if brave;
improper it seemed, but also right.

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January

You stand and watch the patient rain.

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Thirty Seconds

i.

Hey! Just calling to check in.
I didn’t want to call too soon!

I was hoping to catch you at home.
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Icebox Interrogation

With the meats and the poultry all spoiling
       for a terrible fight,
nutrient extraction is the natural objective.
       The produce, too, must be purified.

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Not that Jane Shore

O merriest, wiliest, and holiest of harlots! ~ Edward IV

The poet works the room the way she works words.
Her students lead thesauresed lives,
ape tropes poached from livid legends,
derive new meanings from stale or stolen selves:

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