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bree is a cleveland-based poet, singer & artist. she is also the proprietor of green panda press, which has released the anthologies "the long march of cleveland" and "ornamental iron." greenpandapress@yahoo.com


Beneath the tree

an ark of light sails
as though through ink
:spelling a Be Here Now

upon a New Snow.
thousand worms>gnats, dark things
themselves upon a scheming
to make it so.)



:the city wraps garland round a
busted street.

Trafficking the rush of holidays
from high a fleet of crows beak down

toward a sugar snow.
Collecting in a snow pile
:the gradient shades
of heavy traffic
each corner
a bruise<black
and blue.


The Buddha is a carved bark reminder
that this rush of days


Everywhere are signs pointing to the sky/earth/foliage
and eye of strangers roaming mindless,,
(earth red brick
green ivy

Let us gather round a tree
and once more be moved
to Be Cheer And How!


An Axis Mere

=Among the houses,
the quiet of winter,
the blossom
from under it=lawns
spread wretched like lemons
squeezed, and I wheeze
from the smoke, phallus in my lips
I clog then free=(
willing the purpose
(working the pulpit loose.

Walk each day a new bloom,
:churn a length and steep:
peel film from | wave meets
coarse | meets ruminary/ delinquence.

Smile at the cause of it
}causary : blow blind.

Scuff or blank on a rhythm
stepping loose leaf on a grain lit floor
whose wash is gone
or more the pace
which is the
exhume wind
,,fish obey at fins sweeping,,,,,,,,_walk meaningfully
as if on a tour
>face creep
of brick undoings/ swear its real, a gleam '
saw a world unto a brow : screw drive a raw intention

sand the block in answer to a calling --just away, swear

just around that way.

o- Spin!


At the Bar | Outside Time
;while stirring}
A jack of knife in red suede eyes the sticks,
torn open pomegranate flesh=sword piks, in a rocks glass
shine binding on a book, in bar light
I sit
upon a bar
and look between-read
lonesome in the dark
I trace
an elegance,
with tin curve cigarette
boxes | the fresh, unaware quality
of a doomed room

bound doom in buried stare-,go back
/sip/or chew;
like irony wasn't
funny ain't
care. ( cute!)


(Nary a slip into the circus, whose swiped tent
bares variegated feces
a constant candied red beat
upon a child excitement
never wrapped/gargled/or packaged for sale.
Flap for a passing.
Up and down go the ponies on a golden track.
Browned into the walks: sour melted cotton, pink.
Driven to a frenzy, gamblers of an unmoved face.
Animal sweat. Grease from peanuts. Toybox music
birds pink grey-against the backs and feathering
among the crowd a flutter
in urgent
and keep

stir a thought in a gin and tonic.


Takes Time, The Lie

Mending with properties
from the modern store
,only seconds from
Like Brand New

guaranteed, for pennies practically.


Me no stock in long recipies.

Me an ape who buys the appliance,
complies to a schedule of sleep
and wins time.

Couples break apart
like good chocolate
crumbling into bites.

Divorce/death/ fire rings around a jacket

.keeping out the fresh.


denied becomes the marriage
of new snow
with wizened limbs.


Little sips of cold air calm me on a walk
away from one I loved and couldn't teach
but listened to
creeping from a desk constricted by my reach----

and in the calm I hear the melody that climbs a step before me

leading to the surest death
the life complete o splendor!


The Lie. (The It Takes Time.

It only happens now!

Or be robbed.

No see gold ripening
on red, blemished
pit, nick beauty/impair glow .fall behind.. .

Take emanate from time( and sip on cold air
the nectar of delinquence
{breeze} take, take

then, wait and see.

Guaranteed. (By YOU!)

No money.
No Time.
No Labor.
Step into the line.=.=.=.=.=. Coursing.=La.=.de.=. die you.


"-----man lives balanced or in self defense."

Me Not Robbed me course and when into thickets me child shows through

.Not worry me.

See a wave undulate, blind wiping
Lint from lint. Me no wallet brave.

One shoe on and one shoe off

Cannot frighten an idiot)

Me no hear and me no see

I ain't got your drugs in me.

Want come play my house
,now close your eyes.

Cars, everything is periferal
Music is, is not played

Fall on bump

Waddle away.


Ideas do not stream
they course a walk | pond through |
the muck collects | orange fox fires
his eyes direct a lock
widening : moment
ways around, trees near
life breath drawn to sweeping
bright backfades ways back
skies spread themselves out tautly

as a wife knits or scriptures allay.
Slow spread
may glisten under lamp
or course
a main.

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