Tag Archives: Candice Wuehle

Plagiarist, from the Latin for kidnapper

Posted on August 22, 2016 by

And the ER only played the news but what I’ll recall later is when I awoke from the seizure my husband said I was like a new born baby opening its eyes and after I wondered if childhood is also … Continue reading →

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Passage*

Posted on February 7, 2012 by

Me? Today I am only whispering. Like many of you, I unwanted went to the grove from which one does not return ever able ever again to pass unnamed.                         Let’s break plain, and say    I broke.                                  When I awoke                   I … Continue reading →

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Greeting Card in an Iowa Accent

Posted on February 6, 2012 by

I was blown to be bent   before I was aware my hair had hushed the dry lips of the prairie, was standing straight as an early slaked spine of corn before I believed the drench of my tress was … Continue reading →

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Rarely is There Any Real Astrophysical Relationship To Stars Within a Constellation, Rather They Merely Appear in Proximity to One Another When Viewed from Earth Due to the Human Eye’s Low Light Sensitivity; the Space Between the Stars Tricks the Eye into Believing They are Near When They are in Fact Very Far Apart

Posted on February 6, 2012 by

Only I knew what sort of weird screw it took to tap that star into your sky. I am glad to be finally fallen. I am glad to have shot myself down. Anyone could know the brisk lick of your … Continue reading →

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Patience, Rights & Responsibilities

Posted on February 5, 2012 by

I Pistol on the stage; an unvoiced Sage. You used to believe some people were drowning. And then you realized they were just breathing water. II Summer is up on its legs. Lightning veins across the sky. Your temple aches … Continue reading →

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Blue Highway

Posted on February 5, 2012 by

In certain lives you may incarnate as a person who does not see every color. Carnation: an arcane word for flesh, from the French. But in this life, please be thrilled. Smoke the bees, dust the parlor. Set the table, … Continue reading →

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