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memoryslandscape · a day ago
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at night dreams are all / we have left of each other / close your eyes and see
Greg Sellers, haiku journal entry, 20 September 2021
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Snake Priest. Walpi Pueblo, Arizona. Dance of 1890. Photo by Frederick Monsen.
MOSES ON THE MESA
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Sometimes it seems God could be the eye of a horse that holds a darkened lake, some boat of light upon wind swept grain. And here among the opened white scroll of clouds trapped inside a water trough lies a baptism without some doctrine. — Greg Sellers, opening lines to “Faith Found in a Pasture,” The Journal of Wild Culture (3 November 2017)
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catherine-white · 9 months ago
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Decembrance #1 2019
“December brings light yet the season turns darker beneath a far star” --   Greg Sellers
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kamala-laxman · 2 months ago
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lost summer returns in certain sunlight,
her wrist of fine hair glistens
Greg Sellers,
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forvagabondsfromclown · 5 months ago
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It was easy to mistaken her for the moon, both quiet & distant, both able to turn the present into a shadow.
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poetrywhore4ever · 10 months ago
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Spring without her felt colder than the long winter he had endured. The morning dew might as well have been a new snow.
Greg Sellers, journal entry; Notes from Neruda’s Ghost - May 20, 2018
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headlightsforever · a year ago
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Cold, November field / Lone dove combs another row / Sorrow, its hunger
- Greg Sellers from NarrativeNortheast (Issue 5)
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mpakbaz · a year ago
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June abuzz with bees peach juice on chin — feel it again come evening
- Greg Sellers (haiku journal entry - June 16, 2019) (via)  
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golden-fishes · 2 years ago
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I think this one shows that I am improving with uncial script, but some letters need more work than others.
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memoryslandscape · a day ago
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Forgive me for using only black & white but sadness seems sadder when told in color, a yellow shout of daffodils now gone with a hand that can no longer be held.
Greg Sellers, from “A Lament in Black & White,” lines found among a folder of lost, unfinished poems
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dk-thrive · 2 years ago
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when days shorten and shadows lengthen
"The November sky will once again be validated with a black spell of starlings, and I will want to leave the cold as I always do when days shorten and shadows lengthen from that far edge of woods. In fallen light these trees seem closer, leaning toward an abandoned field as if to listen. And silence, perfect witness when there is nothing left to be said, will wait for another evening before it rises and makes its way across the once scorched weeds to a scene worked over & over"
- Greg Sellers, from “Elegy with Sky & A Closed Casket, ”work-in-progress (20–) (via Memory’s Landscape)
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goldensprout · 2 years ago
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“It haunts in silence, this ghost of loneliness.”
— Greg Sellers, journal entry, “Notes from Neruda’s Ghost,” 21 October 2018
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kamala-laxman · 3 months ago
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lost summer returns in certain sunlight,
her wrist of fine hair glistens
Greg Sellers
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forvagabondsfromclown · 5 months ago
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This evening the sky is the color of peaches in the orchard, and the heart feels as if it has fallen among the soft bruises, forgotten by the wind.
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pinkbowastrology · 3 years ago
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Moodboard: Astrology - Capricorn Sun, Aquarius Moon & Pisces Rising.  
Requested by: Anonymous. 
❝Midnight magnolias, Hundred moons upon the tree, Feel how they pull.❞   
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da-da-sk · 3 years ago
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“The November sky will once again be validated with a black spell of starlings, and I will want to leave the cold as I always do when days shorten and shadows lengthen from that far edge of woods.  In fallen light these trees seem closer, leaning toward an abandoned field as if to listen.  And silence, perfect witness when there is nothing left to be said, will wait for another evening before it rises and makes its way across the once scorched weeds to a scene worked over & over,”
— Greg Sellers, from “Elegy with Sky & A Closed Casket,” work-in-progress (20–)
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moodyinapinkbow · 3 years ago
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Moodboard: Name - Nora.
Requested by: Anonymous.
“Remembered summer,
 her dress, a flowing fountain 
of chiffon in shade.”
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mpakbaz · 2 years ago
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June abuzz with bees peach juice on chin — feel it again come evening
- Greg Sellers (haiku journal entry - June 16, 2019) (via)  
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