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is on page 85 of 160
She paints a red circle on each nipple and they go out to dance in long dark rooms for what is more true
than a snowy night,down it comes
sifting over branches and railings and the secret air itself,down the steep,down the stops,down the deepenings,down the grooves in the nails
They fall asleep and dream of muffled corridors, greenish glow along the edges of mirrors,faces,cities.
Snow spins over it,down over it all.
— Jul 04, 2023 04:26PM
than a snowy night,down it comes
sifting over branches and railings and the secret air itself,down the steep,down the stops,down the deepenings,down the grooves in the nails
They fall asleep and dream of muffled corridors, greenish glow along the edges of mirrors,faces,cities.
Snow spins over it,down over it all.
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Peter Prokopiev
is on page 153 of 160
After all the heart is not a small stone to be rolled this way and that.
The mind is not a box
to be shut fast.
And yet it is!
It is!
— Jul 05, 2023 02:11AM
The mind is not a box
to be shut fast.
And yet it is!
It is!
Peter Prokopiev
is on page 96 of 160
It is a line of verse. Where has it stepped from. She searches herself, waiting. Waiting is searching.
And the odd thing is, waiting, searching, the wife suddenly knows a fact about her husband.
This fact for which she had not searched jerks itself into the light like a child from a closet.
She knows why he is taking so long at the bar.
— Jul 05, 2023 01:10AM
And the odd thing is, waiting, searching, the wife suddenly knows a fact about her husband.
This fact for which she had not searched jerks itself into the light like a child from a closet.
She knows why he is taking so long at the bar.
Peter Prokopiev
is on page 61 of 160
Ray grinned his beautiful wicked grin like a skirt flying up.
— Jul 04, 2023 10:11AM
Peter Prokopiev
is on page 50 of 160
he can hear her choosing another arrow now from the little quiver
and anger goes straight up like trees in her voice holding
his heart tall.
I only feel clean he says suddenly when I wake up with you.
The seduction of force is from below.
With one finger
the king of hell is writing her initials on the glass like scalded things.
So in travail a husband's
legend glows, sings.
— Jul 04, 2023 08:36AM
and anger goes straight up like trees in her voice holding
his heart tall.
I only feel clean he says suddenly when I wake up with you.
The seduction of force is from below.
With one finger
the king of hell is writing her initials on the glass like scalded things.
So in travail a husband's
legend glows, sings.
Peter Prokopiev
is on page 28 of 160
All myth is an enriched pattern, a two-faced proposition,
allowing its operator to say one thing and mean another, to lead a double life.
Hence the notion found early in ancient thought that all poets are
liars.
And from the true lies of poetry trickled out a question.
What really connects words and things?
Not much, decided my husband and proceeded to use language in the way that Homer says the gods do.
— Jul 04, 2023 12:50AM
allowing its operator to say one thing and mean another, to lead a double life.
Hence the notion found early in ancient thought that all poets are
liars.
And from the true lies of poetry trickled out a question.
What really connects words and things?
Not much, decided my husband and proceeded to use language in the way that Homer says the gods do.
Peter Prokopiev
is on page 14 of 160
Is innocence just one of the disguises of beauty?
He could fill structures of
threat with a light like the earliest olive oil. I began to understand nature
as something seamed and deep into which one plunged, going dark.
…
Clothed in flames and rolling through the sky is how I felt the night
— Jul 03, 2023 12:40AM
He could fill structures of
threat with a light like the earliest olive oil. I began to understand nature
as something seamed and deep into which one plunged, going dark.
…
Clothed in flames and rolling through the sky is how I felt the night
Peter Prokopiev
is on page 12 of 160
Tensions poured up the walls and along the ceiling,
sometimes they played Friday night till Monday morning straight through, he
and his pale wrathful friends.
— Jul 02, 2023 11:32AM
sometimes they played Friday night till Monday morning straight through, he
and his pale wrathful friends.
