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5/26/10


The bird outside your window is only

a message in a language you haven't learned.

What is "ship breaking"?  Some people are very kind.


- Astrild Alfar

6/9/10


Ghosts: We speak electric.

The lamp off, or on again. Also the heart.

Hello - the pulse that floods.


- Astrild Alfar

6/23/10


The mirror looks back holding a mirror.

Over your shoulder, a future

rushes past your door - incident ray.


- Astrild Alfar

7/7/10


We felt for the depth of the dark with one hand.

Some light caught on a horseshoe,

startling us.


- Astrild Alfar

7/21/10


summer leaves having breakfast

outside the window

of my friend's NY apartment


- Astrild Alfar

8/11/10


Vacuum the chambers, levitate two atoms, shoot each one with laser:

each atom releases one photon. Like particles of light, they pick up the receiver.

You appear in my dream and her dream at once.


- Astrild Alfar

8/25/10


I followed the dream cat to the top

but could not get down except by helicopter.

Then we went to the beach in the basement.


- Astrild Alfar

9/8/10


(lausa) loose of speech, loose grasp, loose logs, a ditty,

looseness of mind, a loose strap to carry about one,

an improvised wedding, loose (upper) garments, loose snow


- Astrild Alfar

9/22/10


a man passes her on the street
making her realize
she has been counting aloud


- Astrild Alfar

10/6/10


I stand next to you, breathing.
You hold a slide of a graph up to the window.
Cosmic rays change ordinary sand to Beryllium.


- Astrild Alfar

10/20/10


In my childhood in Iceland,
we painted the door blue, then red.
We went out and looked up, saying nothing.


- Astrild Alfar

11/3/10


She dreams her lashes have turned white
as Baldur's lashes (beloved of the gods,
killed by an arrow of mistletoe)


- Astrild Alfar