Brian Teare Poems

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I pretend I was looking at the blank page.

I look into my mind and see nothing effort as in all arts all opposites dead to the world hazard

metaphor allows my body to be both language and nest exertion less weaving than condensation

the meaning of suffering hidden from me can really enjoy writing

Brian Teare b_teare@yahoo.com

my immediate is form

yet technique is a

my own illness the tool I use with much I press and knead the materials beaten blended welded together perhaps now I


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