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it is hard for me to believe there were no indigenous people
Feb 5, 2025 • jim clark
colchagua
I. The export manager arrived in the late afternoon to give the three of us a ride out to the winery and a short tour of the two large vineyards they…
Dec 31, 2024 • jim clark
Ressurection
when i died and fell into myself the sudden inward maelstrom sucking me downward through a hellish black void down beyond my Self and knowing all…
Nov 6, 2024 • jim clark
the dimension of grace
there is no reason to believe, as the airplane descends sharply through the dense cover of cloud, that i will be able to know just how my emotions will…
Oct 23, 2024 • jim clark
india
peacocks shred their voices
Jul 14, 2024 • jim clark
from belgrano street
from belgrano street summer is falling.
Jul 11, 2024 • jim clark
house of sticks
i remember every good bye i've seen in your face
Jul 4, 2024 • jim clark
imperturbable
In a moment what I know is focused on the immeasurable scene;
Jun 21, 2024 • jim clark
onefiftysix
i studied with george starbuck, micheal benedikt, and penelope mortimer in the second half of the 1970s, at boston university's graduate creative writing program. most of my poetry is inspired by my personal history and argentina.
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