Tag Archives: Alicia Hoffman

Desiderata

What do we possibly know of longing? When to live is to move our bodies through it, a school of fish swimming through ocean, we only know we are still allowed to breath here, where any act is an act … Continue reading

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August

Unleash this storm, this front that has been all day dallying in the bridle-rein of cloud trail, cumulonimbus like sunken hoofsteps tracking the sky – it withholds its stampede – no bull-in-china here – just a steadying in – a … Continue reading

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June Hymn

Off Swamp Pike Road in Neiffer, Pennsylvania my grandmother June would lure lightning bugs that spread their wings in the rich deep evenings and alight like little planets inside the mason jars absent of pickle or jam. Potatoes are what … Continue reading

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Tacoma

Here, thistle sticks up straight from Northwest soil – when touched it sticks its bristles in the skin – It’s an alien thing, really. Who was the first to trust its soft heart – call it artichoke? The small art … Continue reading

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At the Petrified Forest

Maze of rainbowed trunks, I wonder how long time can span, the common things it brings to beauty. From a distance, this land is empty space, a few blackened logs, a small forest burned to the deserted ground, but I … Continue reading

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Pep Talk

You can do this – stretch fire with the bareness of your hands, tip the heel of your foot onto burning coals – All a swallower of swords needs is the relaxed muscle, the anti-gag. When the reflex of the … Continue reading

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