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Movement Poetry Project: allowing locations and body to bring out a dialogue which is rooted in the experience of the moment

When I was here there was snow covering all

It was covering leaves and stones

It was resting on hair

It was fresh and sharp

It was sharp and pinching

It pinched

And it was refreshing

It refreshed, freshened

It was sharp, sharp and cozy

And surprising and burning on the fingertips

Now it is summer and mosquitos and a desire for fish on the fire

With a lot of lemon, plenty of lemon,

Lemon on fingers lemon dripping, trickling, sticky

Lemon oozing, lemon souring

Fish done perfectly with a taste of fire and lemon

There are some days when I am not quite here nor there

Waiting for the middle point

A squirrel scatters along

I want a house and a dusty dog with a wet tongue

I dreamt about her again

Arm pit with fair hair, she filled out a little, and her smell familiar, homey, close, homey

Home of the arm pit, pouring a bucket of water over exposed brick

In Yuval’s old Subaru you could still press a button which squirts a measured amount of water soap fluid on the window pane

That’s satisfying

Analogical satisfaction

On some days I take a walk, or go for a stroll, it’s wonderful

To allow the soles of the feet to touch

Soul of the foot

After the dip it’s a different story

The dust shakes off

A hiding clarity peeks out

It’s interesting

It takes a moment

And yet it arrives

It takes a moment

And yet it arrives




and the doors slam

in that building

and every time the door slams 

i remind myself that

that's just what the doors do

nobody is slamming them on purpose


now i'm lighter somehow

so i'm younger then 

i was

but i'm also older


I read this thing yesterday that said

that the earth- the dirt

no it was like  a definition for dirt 

which was

called it

the skin of the earth 

which i really liked