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- An orchard spider lowers itself on a strand of silk from ceiling to sink as I prepare to wash my face. Hygiene is neglected. 2012-04-17
- An abundance of locust blossoms, a hayfield in windrows, a few fresh bales, a flat smiley-face balloon tied to a post, blows in the wind. 2012-04-16
- Sunlight angling over the cistern spotlights a few heads of Johnson grass. They sway in the breeze, silent gospel singers. 2012-04-09
- The day breaks gray and chill. A mourning dove calls once and is quiet. A dead limb hangs in the top of the cedar. 2012-04-08
- The dogwood blares its white purity in a world of primary colors: green grass, blue sky, yellow sun. 2012-04-08
- The moon hangs east like a washed-out Wal-Mart smiley face. Clouds are tinged the faintest pink from the setting sun. 2012-04-06
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Category Archives: Visual Poetry
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I started this project about six years ago. This cold gray January, I decided it might be fun to take it up again. 0 I like This
Getting my bearings
I am constantly inspired and amused by what goes on over at Via Negativa. For one thing, he has lots of pictures and I like pictures. Here is Dave’s latest video, entitled Bearings. Bearings from Dave Bonta on Vimeo. Dave … Continue reading
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Tagged Dave Bonta, poetry, Poetry video, Poets, Spoken word poetry, Via Negativa
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Fairies and Fusiliers–Pibgorn as Puck
******** Must winds that cut like blades of steel And sunsets swimming in Volnay, The holiest, cruelest pains I feel, Die stillborn, because old men squeal For something new. “Write something new….” ******* No, no! My chicken, I shall scrawl … Continue reading
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Everything is poetry, especially knots
In a recent post about yewberries, Geof Huth says: Everything is poetry, everything is fruit, everything is poison. For some reason, I was reminded of that statement when I read the Pocahantas County Fare post on knots, which in its … Continue reading
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VisPo at YouTube
Via Geof Huth I have discovered a visual poetry group at YouTube. As of this writing, it has 13 members and 50 videos, so you should be able to have some fun exploring. I’ve embedded “Unvention,” one of my favorites … Continue reading





