Thursday, March 29, 2012

fragment from a handheld device #1


there is a flavour of air, in each September,
that tips me down a rabbithole, now
more than twenty-five years long.

i greet it like the mother one must love.




 these lines directly inspired by Karuna Chandrashekar, at her blog Hysterics and Poetics

enlarged, enveloped, and allowed to breathe at Maekitso's Cafe

7 comments:

  1. Avowedly recognitive;
    inspirationally productive.
    Like a mandelbrot generator!

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    1. these fragrant murmurs
      double bubble at a common circle...

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    1. yup :)

      ain't that the best way to have 'em!

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