A walk home each day to Avenue J, with its unfinished front steps (the taxes)
and the trees out back (grafted). We added
the perfect mud for imaginary slave drivers, and assembly line pies.
Near that was the window for sneaking, and back door for
opening quietly, and the place where the snow grew
so thick that it took three […]
Filed under: Suzanne Philippot, Home & Away by akublik Date 30 November, 2009
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Lodged beneath what they call a mountain sleeping under a cross my elbows
reach up singing for what really is in all ways tumbling
drift towards what is real.
They call it Royal I say rocky is where the root of my root grows
and I frequently sigh for quadrants and urban sprawl
and foothills spreading amply under exposed swaths […]
Filed under: Suzanne Philippot, Home & Away by akublik Date 30 November, 2009
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