Sunday, September 18, 2011






























in this field of ragweed
where the name ragweed
unfolds in our breath like a childhood

we are lost together
you become the hour when i am born

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4 comments:

  1. isabella kramer - vereditSeptember 19, 2011 at 12:40 AM

    das ist so, so, so wundervoll lieber James!! danke für diesen Genuss am Montagmorgen.

    Küsse für dich mein Freund,
    isabella

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  2. erinSeptember 19, 2011 at 6:32 AM

    gratitude for the many hours of birth we celebrate in any one life. isn't it incredible?

    the depth of focus suggests there are bodies in this field. always there are bodies in each field. we do not have to see them.

    xo
    erin

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  3. James OwensSeptember 20, 2011 at 12:05 PM

    Isabella: Jetzt austieft der Herbst in der Luft wie ein See ... in uns wird er gross wie eine Kindheit ...

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  4. James OwensSeptember 20, 2011 at 12:09 PM

    erin: incredible, yes, i marvel, i am astonished

    of course there are bodies in the field ... bodies find each other, somehow, a miracle ...

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