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Concentration of Secrets is a regularly-updated poetry and photography blog. Poetry and photography subjects are drawn primarily from everyday life, though dreams and other happenings occasionally spark something.
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fake plastic trees full
first, some sylvia plath and in truth it is terrible, multiplied in the eyes of the flies. -totem, 28 january 1963 is there no great love, only tenderness? does the sea remember the walker upon it? meaning leaks from the molecules. -mystic, 1 februar...
closer
almost there. just a couple more days and it’ll be winter break – sadly that means two more days of math quizzes, chemistry tests, essays and other such spirit-murdering confections of the education system. Should I lighten up the moo...
921 – Dickinson Impersonation
My Silence and my Solitude – Life – daily – takes from me – By shaking hand or shoe of rice – Or clockwork iron Key – As Death has walked His block – So further will he crawl – In simple strings of Thought – More Powerful – He dra...
how does it feel?
pancakes they just don’t seem right they were supposed to be a well-kept secret, a blossoming tradition, promising; just for you four well, now it’s become a group affair consider it their right open mic: who’s next? ...
if ever i wanted it
my white whale unfair as i am, there is a time when all little girls stop kissing their parents on the lips if ever they had and all i can find behind your scarlet letter is more of a cynosure than ever i could have gleaned from your glittering eyes ...
ancient empty streets too dead for dreaming
let me forget about today until tomorrow the first time we visited mother’s grave my heels stamped tiny crescents into the dirt the ship sighed into its momentary reprieve of ballast and wood everywhere groaned in some sorry lament and i lay ...
closer to the ground
i have finally seen o to be witness object of ‘i love you’ upon a stage no matter the sentiment in its shadow for it seems i have so oft heard it whispered but never proclaimed indeed you had never done as much for me inasmuch as it was ...
all the stars are laughing at our wonder
Calm is the night, O Lord, as we wait for you. All the stars are laughing at our wonder. Wait not in vain, for the Lord shall come. You will feel within you God’s ever-stirring presence. -David Graybill* — you get a good rest, too tall is th...
half their lives they say goodnight to wives they’ll never know
i’ll find my way, i’m sure it’s just a matter of time, really but sometimes in my wandering i wish you’d let well enough alone it’s gone as quickly as it comes or quicker but i can’t help but wonder what it would ...
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It does not take long to realize that this is a writer whose relation to words is not so much mastery as it is a kind of hot intimacy in which the language will do anything he asks of it. He accosts you; he bends close to you to share a confidence; ...
eyewitness
I fell in love again, all things go all things go i drove to chicago, all things know all things know we sold our clothes to the state i don’t mind, i don’t mind i made a lot of mistakes in my mind, in my mind -chicago, sufjan stevens...
ERROR: DOMAIN
QED — I stared at what seemed like an eternity of critical reading, the words swimming past my eyes like silverfish, distracting and impossible to grasp, requiring three, four readings before my mind could comprehend their meaning and translate...
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thinner ice the lock was up as we drove the asphalt humming on highway frequencies how much longer can i keep repeating ‘tomorrow will be better’? a moment of silence interrupted by children with no business and careless taunts taken to h...
if the rain does blow
I hardly know what to do with all this time! Christian is going to a U2 concert tonight, giving me an extra two hours free of paint and sawdust (though I do love a good paint-splattered T-shirt. I forgot to change on Monday and got streaks of whi...
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laissez faire a.b. a steadily opening door permits a stiff breeze; provides a relief, sharp air, and sweet scent of seasoned wood on a hearth, it strikes the nostrils, the nostalgic feel of the wood smoke on the man’s sweater begs the memory o...
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Question: does this make ANY sense to anyone, because I really don’t understand what I’m talking about. firmament children and their boundless patience meek and mild before our worldly presence, hearing untouched by concerts or electric s...
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perfect puzzle pieces from different boxes why don’t we fit together? theoretical speculation holding up your hands to tell left from right but the picture’s still incomplete ...
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I consider my promise half-fulfilled, since I finished all my work. — Alex wanted me to put up his poem. august faint man watches a falling leaf the days get shorter his pain unrelieved- except for the mornings when he awakens to find Bernadett...
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I feel like my creativity has been replaced by a metronomic and robotic mannerism of constructing sentences fit for essays on colonial America and nothing else. I’ll get back to writing once I don’t have all this work looming over my head...
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almohada ven a verme un dia cuando las sombras se han lanzados sobre nuestro casita cerca del mar, dentro de la oscuridad y te enseñaré como planchar las sábanas llenas de cenizas como mandar a dormir nuestros hijos no se que te puedo decir para q...
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maverick blue eyes hidden behind brown fur bleached paws reach over blow dried hair an unnecessary attempt to draw the attention of familiar friend. after a quick, formal sweep, the lock is broken, revealing a new limited wilderness. i watch him pr...
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the voice on the phone it’s like you cut me to ribbons and then just as easily hit redial as if it means redo and you can just make it up with a cheerful voice and the results of an awards ceremony — grace under pressure you write in your...
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katie tagged me (well, okay, she tagged ‘everyone’) The Rules Respond and rework: answer the questions on your blog, replace one question with a question of your own. Tag eight other people. What is your current obsession? I’ve be...
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some eloquent graffiti the sky cried on our windshield as we played backseat solitaire ‘nothing lasts forever’ -buddha the restaurant closed when the mints ran out and the dog hid under the bench at the hotel lobby waiting for something &...
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when you’re older sit down we’ve got to talk it’s not your fault, it’s not your fault it’s his travels his drinking and maybe when you’re older i’ll tell you the rest, it doesn’t concern you. but it doe...
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the picture on the box solving a puzzle start with the corner pieces straight, clear-cut edges obvious choices. work your way in you’re left with analogous blues and whites proceed to trial and error process of elimination don’t understa...
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that’s seeing forever placid hills find themselves reflected in a lake content as kittens with a bowl of cream as thick as promises left in the rain to rust and age like children running through vegetable patches in cornflower dresses and suspe...
One of us will die inside these arms
— spools at our feet the pavement breaks up beneath me into sand and ocean my shoes squelch with water, mud swimming in puddles; i walk beneath the trees and tiny pools roll at their fullest from green leaf beds to soak me in bursts instead...
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oblivion your fingers trace my skin through copious fabric, farewell hugs ending in subtle and painless amusement, words whispered and engraved into the spot beneath my ear, irritating lingering, esoteric promise that bears a borrowed weight of synon...
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you’ll know it’s all because of you i’m standing on this hillside overlooking a forked path like a devil’s tongue or some other Biblical metaphor one path leads me down into the woods, past a winding creek and onto a goat-fill...
