I refused him the keys not knowing how to be older than 13 I gambled with not getting older than 13 not knowing how sheer the face was I let the mountain slide by indestructible and complete not knowing the finality the rush the slam of inertia I dreamed I was a fish in the […]
Filed under: Paul Pearson by akublik Date 15 November, 2007
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sideways six hours from noon this light this late fall sunset lasts half the day to the careless eye everything is brown but smaller spectrums catch the sun pushing through thickening air in tricks of gold, amber, copper in the city we don’t notice the sun all light is street light interstitial and weak mountains […]
Filed under: Paul Pearson, Writing the Land by akublik Date 9 October, 2007
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