Calluses pressed strings into music. As prayer to honor color and
geometry brought by this teacher lifted now beyond simplicities.
Each student in present tense absorbed the cello tone. Juice glasses
were handed round; a tiny group just stood, transfixed, hearing the
deliberate line of melody be with the body for a while. As all repealed
a likely speech.
Green and yellow Palo Verde trees, smooth-skinned, flowers from
the cacti all around
Sheila E. Murphy
texts that change the conscious parameters of literature, both for readers and writers. from a different angle than these, r.p. blackmur adds: 'poetry: [is] ...language so twisted and posed in a form that...it adds to the stock of available reality.' formerly edited by peter ganick. send texts to Volodymyr Bilyk at ex.ex.lit@gmail.com for consideration...
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