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in the melodic equivalent of

yi-ching lin — Sat, 28 Jan 2012 16:12:01 +0000

in the melodic equivalent of
the mind’s eye, the inner
ear holds patterns of
vibrations that only the
heart understands –
the sound of stalks
brushing against the mid-
morning sky, the soft
padding of bare feet
across cold tiles,
your deep resounding
voice across the
telephone wires
.
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there are a handful

yi-ching lin — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 13:17:08 +0000

there are a handful
of things about keeping
time that leaves
uncertainty –
springing forward,
falling back,
marking the
certainty
of your death
on two calendars.
if tonight’s moon
looks like the same
moon that took
you, give
us a sign that
time will move on
.
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it’s hard to assess

yi-ching lin — Thu, 26 Jan 2012 13:42:58 +0000

it’s hard to assess
the disappointment,
measure the disbelief,
but you’ve been there –
we all have – forehead
glued to the window,
hands framing face,
eyes looking in,
searching, searching
.
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at Boulevard, we are following

yi-ching lin — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 13:46:30 +0000

at Boulevard, we are following
protocol – next to his heavy
French accent, nothing
beats the velvety golden ratio
of temptation-to-indulgence
.
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here – across blocks of

yi-ching lin — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 13:31:40 +0000

here – across blocks of
concrete and locked
gates, in a seemingly
deserted perimeter –
is a sign of the times:
a gathering, some
companionship, maybe
camaraderie, but
definitely no deliveries
.
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the year of the dragon finds us

yi-ching lin — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 13:35:14 +0000

the year of the dragon finds us
half in and half out,
suspended
on the whim of a second
sun, another moon,
and embroidered within
their cosmic
sleeves,
another timeline
.
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a bruised wish also

yi-ching lin — Sun, 22 Jan 2012 16:43:28 +0000

a bruised wish also
stirs in the
wind, echoes
with an etude
of a hundred seedlings
preparing to loosen
like stylish white
scarves, surrendering,
lost, studied
.
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morning cuts and bleeds

yi-ching lin — Sat, 21 Jan 2012 18:10:36 +0000

morning cuts and bleeds
like the rest of us – it’s the
pin-prick test that seals
the recognition
.
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there are mornings

yi-ching lin — Fri, 20 Jan 2012 13:51:01 +0000

there are mornings
that arrive already
in love. there is
nothing more to
add to the
flavor – it simply
floats in, slightly
intoxicated
with a kiss of fog
.
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i suppose we never saw it

yi-ching lin — Thu, 19 Jan 2012 13:49:43 +0000

i suppose we never saw it
truly the way you saw
it – this is what it means
when we hear people say
they take it for granted.
on a day to day basis, the
gift of living somehow
chooses us, and maybe
half of the time, we act
as if we’ve been
shoved, the act of
breathing forced
down into our lungs.
yes, it’s more subtle
than that, much more
subtle. try to hold
one breath and
piece it together
.
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