Jon at Mirror
Black night, black paper -
poetry
we sleep not yet drowning
mostlee on th horizon stretches
2. "Millions of Gathas" (The Pickup Poems)
Cures for all curses?
1. Economy (The Pickup Poems)
Monk, poet, and philosopher,
Nothing There is that Lasts...
Nothing there is taht lasts a whole life long
The Rock Pile
Right in the middle of a field there stands
We are such stuff
Not what it says but what
Orthodox Christmas & the Great Math Mystery
This is the pattern of your dance from
5. Hermit Poem (The Pickup Poems)
My fellows are ghosts:
6. There Are So Many Deaths (The Pickup Poems)
The air is silent;
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