NovPAD Day 11 (scary poem)
waist high grass
& wind’s whimmer
she lies in it
invisible
as a body in a river
as a woman going grey
gives herself up
to growth’s tide & grass’ run
bowed over by a thousand blind heads
slashed by shadows’ whips
she’s drowning in summer,
knows the choke
of swallowed flies & fallen sky
mouth oh
dark oh
this sea of motion
gamut of whispering
this is fear
entry’s concentric rings press in & in
no breath
no up
just heat
just waiting
& comfortless blue
Out of the Cave 
Beautiful. I could feel it, see it. I lived it.
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thank you so much 💕
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What a nifty device this is:
mouth oh
dark oh
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Thanks. This is the first poem I’ve written in years that I felt had performance qualities. I want to try more of that sort.
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Wonderful. Really enjoyed the audio.
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Thanks so much, Bob. Thanks for listening!
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Beautiful. And I enjoyed your reading of it too.
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Thank you!
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