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		<title>persephone, on coming home</title>
		<description>It was the memory of returning home.

The night won't leave me alone for my
forgetfulness, I lost my favorite red shoes 
somewhere, by the river side,  when we swam 
to the center of it, and listened to the way 
water sounds, inside.

The braids of purple flowers around my wrist
enchanted me. ...</description>
		<link>http://www.ava-love.com/?p=352</link>
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		<title>the silent witness</title>
		<description>A slow wind moves through the trees. 

Orange syrup of sunset, 
drips from branches, 
birds of the night,
fold close to me.

Pressure of dialect, vocabulary of air 
mixed with desire, 
the black pressure of night.

This night brings, dark chords, dark birds, the bull in the alleyway
frightened me, but still, I move ...</description>
		<link>http://www.ava-love.com/?p=351</link>
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		<title>secret locket poem for the sea</title>
		<description>My father built me a boat.

A small wooden boat 
to ride on the back of the sea.

Sea roads, sea houses,
sea bridges, sea fields

breaks open like white flowers.

Break me with the rhythm of water 
the tide

the tide breaks a thousand orange mornings.

The ocean records this rising, this falling.

My little boat sinks ...</description>
		<link>http://www.ava-love.com/?p=349</link>
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		<title>orphic flute song II</title>
		<description>I take out my flute.

I sway in ribbons of the earth's rotation.
You are my axis.

It's when I fall here,
my nose nestled in the neck of the wind,
that I cannot see myself anymore
churning butter.

The story says things that are forbidden
are the most tempting of all.

They wait for me at the water's ...</description>
		<link>http://www.ava-love.com/?p=347</link>
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		<title>ripe fruit</title>
		<description>

It's a terrible thing to hold back that which springs in you;

the great ocean holds me 
waist high in the crush of waves,

it's none of my business
the way I love you.

The small ships of small talk,
launch bravely over waterways,
so noble, white sails snap
wildly-

it's none of my business
the way my heart ...</description>
		<link>http://www.ava-love.com/?p=346</link>
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		<title>the meaning of light</title>
		<description>I love light in all it's meanings and manifestations
the way it curves around each finger tip
as you cup air, and make flowers out of it.

The way it makes me levitate
when I take out the heavy things.

Unpack your bags, and stay a while.

Where there are imperfections
there are perfections in
the way the ...</description>
		<link>http://www.ava-love.com/?p=345</link>
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		<title>element water : art journal</title>
		<description>water

installation

large square room with floor to ceiling screens with projected images of the ocean and sound of waves.

room filled with sand.

teacher led yoga class on the element of WATER.  can't decide if teacher will be recorded in loop, or live. probably a mixture of both.

dialog using all metaphors of ...</description>
		<link>http://www.ava-love.com/?p=344</link>
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		<title>snake charmer</title>
		<description>White as this is white, I am
in the middle of this picture,
knees folded in posture,
waiting for the serpent 
snake to rise up 
the spine to the forehead,
crown, and back down again.

Enchanted by music, I am
white as this is white.

There are stories to be told.
I listen for them.
Hands folded across the ...</description>
		<link>http://www.ava-love.com/?p=341</link>
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		<title>desire</title>
		<description>this pressure of milk.

the way the earth overflows
when she is with child.

it's the prophecy inside seeds,
the slow and eventual tree.

it's not everything we don't have
that makes the earth
bloom.

take note of it.

cadence of what all religions believe
god is, will keep playing whether
you recognize it as classical
or baroque, whether it is studied ...</description>
		<link>http://www.ava-love.com/?p=339</link>
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		<title>pillow talk</title>
		<description>White as the shoulders of snowdrops, 
the chest of a folding wave,
your mouth, white vapors of clouds-

What I swallowed, I wasn't afraid of.

Like Icarus as he ascended, like a magnet pulled
by his love for the sun.

They say at every ending there is a beginning.

And so, when the wings, begin to ...</description>
		<link>http://www.ava-love.com/?p=338</link>
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