Indigo Hawkins

Rookie (April 30,1989 / Virginia)

Indigo Hawkins Poems

41. Recycling Is Pretty Nice! 7/26/2008
42. The Red Man And The Face In The Mountain 7/26/2008
43. Post Point 6/19/2009
44. Answers 6/21/2009
45. 140 Fragments 6/25/2009
46. Shut Up 6/30/2009
47. Skirmish 7/9/2009
48. Making Arrangments 7/11/2009
49. Take A Stab 7/26/2009
50. Pastor Ray: An Introduction 9/3/2009
51. Another Piece 9/12/2009
52. As Far As I Can Tell: 6/15/2010
53. Delux Crux Dilemma (Incomplete) 6/15/2010
54. Family Bonds 6/15/2010
55. Stultiloquy 6/15/2010
56. Hungover (I Seem To Remember) 6/15/2010
57. From A Dream (Irksome Pantoum 1) 6/15/2010
58. After Morning Mass (Irksome Pantoum 2) 6/15/2010
59. Last Night 7/1/2010
60. Resolve 7/1/2010
61. Contact 8/17/2010
62. Outpouring 8/17/2010
63. Anticipating Sunrise 8/17/2010
64. Yeah 8/18/2010
65. Body Of Thought 9/17/2010
66. Refracted 3/16/2011
67. Pilgrimage 6/15/2010
68. Faith, That Force 6/15/2010
69. We Will Extol Love More Than Wine 6/15/2010
70. The Resounding 2/7/2008
71. Estranged 2/7/2008
72. I Am Not Pretty And I Do Not Understand Why 11/11/2007
73. Undefined Feeling 11/11/2007
74. I Want To Paint 11/11/2007
75. My Sister As Myself 11/11/2007
76. Chinese New Year 2/7/2008
77. White Noise 6/15/2010
78. Ode To Job 6/15/2010
79. On The Evolution Of Communication: 1/20/2008
80. I Will Be A Story 2/1/2008
Best Poem of Indigo Hawkins

Benediction

'Let the love of harlots be sanctified.' ~unknown woman

When you come to me, realize I behest
no edifice. Love me in a gutter
or not at all. I merely want to rest
my temple on your temple - to utter
“Hosanna” in the shared throat of a split
alley; to awake spread beneath heavens,
frank before your eyes of melted wax, lit
with a tart torridity which leavens
my body as if I were dough submerged
in a puddle of consecrated wine.
I will pour holiness as honey, splurged
on rose hips and sopping clothes: our benign
impurities to dulcify and bless -
I ...

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Kinetics Of Self

this month I began a new cycle
of creation-resignation-perpetuation.
who am I, and who are you?
if only I knew, if only I knew:
what more there is to me,
what more there is to be.
swept up by music beyond measure,
the undulating rhythmic grace
unifying time and space,

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