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Search results: imagination

• Leslie Bamford 17 April 2017

  stepping softly along the river bed ancient spirits turn my feet into paws

• Nicole Pakan 25 December 2012

  gliding… moist snow scrunches hoof by hoof

• Ann Roske 9 April 2012

  through the cool gray mist phantoms drift across the sky imagination

• Nicole Pakan 29 July 2011

  She went under at the age of fifteen, bootstrapped into shadows and omission. Like fledgling revolution, she was all elbows and ankles and steel, cutting her teeth on clumsy hits, dealing in lies and speculation. Hers was a radical sensibility, always metal, cold in her hands, the slow click, bolt through the shaft of her imagination. Now she’s high scandal, trafficking caution and cash, a portrait of long thighs and wrists. There’s no way out when you’re in demand, there is only down, down and onward.

• Mary Davila 12 October 2010

  autumn equinox the dead starling’s bill still open

• Ron C. Moss 7 September 2010

  the moon’s light sinks deep into my veins with joy i exhale a billion stars

• Ron C. Moss 5 September 2010

  a wild horse galloped headlong into the sun I knew not of its passing or the trail of gold it left upon the land

• Kuniharu Shimizu 25 January 2010

  I will bind iris blossoms round my feet cords of my sandals!

• William Douglas Horden 29 December 2009

  dancing cranes forget the koi singing in the clouds

• Alexis Rotella 6 November 2009

  Children’s ward… again she comes the nurse with wings.