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Arrange them as you see fit: -Every bat that lays claim to damp caves in Transylvania. -Rainwater pooled on awnings over Paris bistros. -Mimes that stand on stage when the lights go up. -The dark purple in a sky behind the lighting bolts. -Any body less than 98% water. -Several sets of revolving glass doors. -Mail that has been dropped through a letterbox. -Paper crowns made by a group of 3rd graders. -Gold leaf that can easily crumple. -Rays of late-afternoon sunlight on the stairs. -Films of dust found on Venetian blinds. -Every sweeping sensation mistaken for wind.Copyright © Maurice Oliver, 2009. All Rights Reserved. Used by permission of the author.
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After almost a decade of working as a freelance photographer in Europe, Maurice Oliver returned to America in 1990 to work for the Los Angeles Times. Then, in 1995, he made a life-long dream reality by traveling around the world for eight months. But instead of taking pictures, he recorded the experience in a journal, which eventually became dozens of poems. And so began his desire to be a poet. His poetry has appeared in The Potomac Journal, Circle Magazine, The MAG, Tryst3 Journal, Eye-Shot, Pebble Lake Review, Green Silk Journal, The Surface, Word Riot, Taj Mahal Review (India), Dandelion Magazine (Canada), Stride Magazine (UK), Retort Magazine (Australia), & online at unlikelystories.org, lilylitreview.com, thievesjargon.com, subtletea.com, interpoetry.com (UK), kritya.com (India), blueprintreview.de (Germany) and elsewhere. He currently lives in Portland, Oregon, where he is a private tutor. |
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