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Mila
I am reminded to relax by a soft, sleepy voice curling around kittens, and sweet dreams, and goodnight. and smiling, surrender to my uncertainty, and possibility as a dream, with eyes open, and I rest.... More »
Mila
... Poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don't know how or when, no, they were not voices, they were... More »
Mila
I wrote the first faint line, faint, without substance, pure nonsense,/pure wisdom of someone who knows nothing - pablo neruda, Poetry Arrived never before have I written words for one woman, preferring instead to say... More »
Mila
i fear the allure of the way i once was, a master of carving the sounds of words, the words themselves, into captivating performances, sliced deeply from the flesh of self-analysis, fascinating and dark. I... More »
Mila
i want, like the wind - to see myself running through these words of yours; playful in your phrases, or a storm, or twist of light warming freckled skin. So i invent myself in the... More »
Mila
words drowned by the rumble of these passing trains caught in the currents pressed through this still, stale air. still, I try to say it again, but the cement crumbles beneath. Another train quickly behind,... More »
Mila
I cannot close my eyes until you have closed yours, and the safety of rest envelopes you in its arms. I want nothing from you, sometimes I want everything from you. But I won't wake... More »
Mila
These words are not my own; I borrowed them from poets I love . As one who has sailed across an unknown sea, among this rooted folk I am alone; the full days on their... More »
Mila
my silence is as much the currency of my thoughts as my words or -- my actions but I am not opaque to you, who see clearly through the smudges left by my fingers after... More »
Mila
i want to share these moments with you - a grainy frame of a movie watched together, reaching over to touch your hand, or the dream of your hand in the darkness. the salt spicing... More »
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