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Psalms of the Mad Angler III

Michael Delp The Mad Angler Poems Deep Wood Press   In the dreamtime, millennia ago, the Aboriginal Ancestors in Australia sang up the country, literally walked the landscape and sang it into being. Last night a bird from one of those ancient songs fell into my sleep and left a path through the air, changed […]

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Psalms of the Mad Angler II

Michael Delp The Mad Angler Poems Deep Wood Press   You pray for a second coming, the sky to open for people to be carried off, raptured. I pray each morning for whole counties to vanish, the boardrooms of big water and big oil to warp out of existence, cities to suddenly evaporate, forests to […]

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Psalms of the Mad Angler I

Michael Delp The Mad Angler Poems Deep Wood Press   I drink water. I make water. I am a cloud in the flesh, a river eddied in my heart, I speak words and wish they were rain, and every day I wake to trade the liquid behind my eyes for a chance to see past […]

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