Tag Archives: farmpoint

the secret quarry

Posted on March 20, 2011 by nyx | Comments Off

a vacant hole

once purposeful

now a layered picture

the opposite of a mountain

with a reservoir at its pinnacle,

collecting gravity’s treasures

I always wanted to be a geologist

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Posted on February 22, 2011 by wren | Comments Off

my heart, your junk

and then across the farm point bridge.

Frankie lays watch on an eerie untouched hill

each rusting souvenir, chest forward, head strong,

remains unmovable, proud and lost, in Alcove.

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