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Julie G
is on page 28 of 73
I can't do anything
but talk to the wind,
to the moon,
but cry out goddamn goddamn
to stones
and to other deathless voices
that I hope will carry
us all through.
— 7 hours, 55 min ago
but talk to the wind,
to the moon,
but cry out goddamn goddamn
to stones
and to other deathless voices
that I hope will carry
us all through.
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Julie G
is on page 64 of 73
You must have grown out of
a thousand years dreaming
just like I could never imagine you.
You must have
broke open from another sky
to here, because
now I see you as a part of the millions of
other universes that I thought could never occur
in this breathing.
And I know you as myself, traveling
In your eyes alone are many colonies of stars
and other circling planet motion.
— 45 minutes ago
a thousand years dreaming
just like I could never imagine you.
You must have
broke open from another sky
to here, because
now I see you as a part of the millions of
other universes that I thought could never occur
in this breathing.
And I know you as myself, traveling
In your eyes alone are many colonies of stars
and other circling planet motion.
Julie G
is on page 51 of 73
I write it to you
at this moment
never being able to get
the essence
the true breath
in words, because we exist
not in words, but in the motion
set off by them, by
the simple flight of crow
and by us
in our loving.
— 2 hours, 21 min ago
at this moment
never being able to get
the essence
the true breath
in words, because we exist
not in words, but in the motion
set off by them, by
the simple flight of crow
and by us
in our loving.
Julie G
is on page 45 of 73
Either a snail's moist web
of moonlight, or someone's
hot breath at 4am
when the night has been
too much, has eaten
you whole.
This is my life.
It has been
sifted through the bones
of my body, through
blood.
It is all that
I have.
— 2 hours, 31 min ago
of moonlight, or someone's
hot breath at 4am
when the night has been
too much, has eaten
you whole.
This is my life.
It has been
sifted through the bones
of my body, through
blood.
It is all that
I have.
Julie G
is on page 34 of 73
I drive this road again
my children older
and this ache
this trembling ache
haunts me endlessly
like you.
— 7 hours, 48 min ago
my children older
and this ache
this trembling ache
haunts me endlessly
like you.
Julie G
is on page 30 of 73
what better life is this
than to stand up singing
with no blade edge
against ourselves
other than voices
out of the fire.
— 7 hours, 52 min ago
than to stand up singing
with no blade edge
against ourselves
other than voices
out of the fire.
Julie G
is on page 9 of 73
And we go on, keep giving birth and watch
ourselves die, over and over.
and the ground spinning beneath us
goes on talking.
— 9 hours, 0 min ago
ourselves die, over and over.
and the ground spinning beneath us
goes on talking.
Julie G
is on page 4 of 73
It's quiet now, but underneath the concrete
is the cooking earth,
and above that, air
which is another ocean, where spirits we can't see
are dancing, joking, getting full
on roasted caribou, and the praying
goes on, extends out.
— 19 hours, 59 min ago
is the cooking earth,
and above that, air
which is another ocean, where spirits we can't see
are dancing, joking, getting full
on roasted caribou, and the praying
goes on, extends out.

