the leaves of tree always sing, this nest an egg which worms birth of flight, with wing -- each feather a feather itself & each itself a feather, from high the ground, rooted.
(rhyzhombic)
note: please pardon the excessive use of bad metaphor in this comment, if it walks like a duck it might be an ostrich -- zebra of Occam = horse; as if glue was hooves, legless again.)
I am a post-avant poly-poet, who works in visual,sound and linier poetry of various types.My work follows different avenues in exploring language, from the matereality of language to its emotional power. I am the editor of würm, a currently hibernating e-zine dedicated to promoting innovative poetry.
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cleancrete, very nice.
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the leaves of tree always sing,
this nest an egg
which worms
birth of flight,
with wing --
each feather
a feather itself &
each itself a feather,
from high the ground,
rooted.
(rhyzhombic)
note:
please pardon the excessive use of bad metaphor in this comment, if it walks like a duck it might be an ostrich -- zebra of Occam = horse; as if glue was hooves, legless again.)
(photo-finish)
(by-a-nose)
PS
wordverification=
" hmewrd "
homeword
hemmwurld
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