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RACHEALGRACE ADAMS : Breath after Breath
COREY MESLER : The Heat
DUANE LOCKE : A Connection in a World of Disconnected Connections
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RACHEALGRACE ADAMS
Breath after Breath
You've always taken mine mingling it with yours lust, passion rushing through my body next to yours   Night after night I've held you in my dreams touching wetness pressed through your pores into mine   Heartbeats entwined heaving passions under moonbeams you are my lightning I your thunder   We are the storms leaving oceans behind
poetryrepairs #196 14.01:007
All the fine arts are species of poetry--Samuel Taylor Coleridge

poetry repairs your heart
even as it splits it open.
VIRGINIA WOOLF
The Art of Reading



COREY MESLER
The Heat
The heat came in at night It was thick, like grave-worms, or stars. We went out only to empty our garbage. The heat was like some alien presence, binding us to our poor planet, making us aware of things, formerly simple, formerly ours.
reprinted from poetryrepairs 14.01:002
Poet COREY MESLER lives in Memphis Tennessee U.S.A.
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DUANE LOCKE
A Connection in a World of Disconnected Connections
Holding, rubbing between the fingers, the speared-curved fern leaf. Caressing The curves. The fingers hear the sound inside the leaves, and the sounds Have contours.   Wearing heavy rubber gloves and scraping A finger over the black clothes of a telephone wire One feels the conversation inside and he knows he is touching a ghost   That has no sides, no hips, and is only a whiff like smoke.   A man works to keep the world connected with repair of wires And fails.   The gloves thrown away, the finger rubs down the back of a fern frond, And in a world where apparent connections That are real disconnections, A connection is made,   And one human being finds a life that transcends phone calls.
Poetry endangers the established order
of the soul - Plato

REPAIR: resort, frequent or habitual going; concourse or confluence of people at or in a place; making one's way; to go, betake oneself, to arrive; return to a place; to dwell; to recover, heal, or cure; to renew; to fix to original condition.
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poetryrepairs #196 14.01:007
RACHEALGRACE ADAMS : Breath after Breath
COREY MESLER : The Heat
DUANE LOCKE : A Connection in a World of Disconnected Connections
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