Didn't sleep

Didn’t sleep

Have any doubts?

Some thing

Has been broken

This is called

In theory

“That exchange”

Too much

To take in

Before risking

The opposite approach

What will come together

In a traveling show-

(Mind your will

Build an extension)

Your tenets to escape

The stupid smile

Of soldiering

Wins the war

Of soldiering

Tom McGlynn

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Winter salmon

Winter salmon

Flow characteristics

Of their spawning

Nesting pockets

But can be

Only once

And then die

Larger gravel

Ground in

Hooked waters

Then toward the sea

Approaches natal sand

Tom McGlynn

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Winter almost

Winter almost

Once more to

Confront unfounded

Traveling missals

Hostage held

To migrating wind

Blown annunciate

Wallpaper thin

Through a twisting

Mercury mind

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2016

No one

No one

Else-knew

About the room

Who among us

Can imagine

A day-lit wayward

Gravel gleaming

Yellow- lined mesas

Kiva egress

Shaped in smoke

At mountain top

A shallow well

Evaporate

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2016

I have trees

I have trees

Water, the most

Unbelievable land

Scaped, belonging to

Some same realm

Enclosing, covering

Always

Keeping two

Incident in mind

My favorite

Afternoon-long

Picture ever

A free-decade

Time lapse

Silly putty

Of the earth

Tom McGlynn

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Describing a race

Describing a race

We could start

A bit earlier

To wander

A new

Straggling

A way

Tom McGlynn

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Confluence reach

Confluence reach

(Volumes under the bridge)

This has been going down

Since we got here

In their shops

Worn heralds sing

Deepening

Their presses

Between river

And town

Time- stoppered

News of the day

Throws its sentence

Over volumes

In mean time

The cherry woods

Lay their own

Hard-fingered spans









Tom McGlynn
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After the rains

After the rains

So much of it

Comprised in gutters

Perpetually jointed

Has come bending

My attention

A world sails by

In it’s gulf

Don’t want

No invention

Come by easy

No Sunday craft

Or Fridays tossed

Upon invention

Don’t need no

Held-up fire arms

No sunny disposition

Tongues are already

Parched for words

Too swollen

To channel the rain

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2016

That woman embraced (after Wallace Stevens)

 That woman embraced a cleanly chance

Unaware then she lived ignoble, so she lived

Lightness, something and inhuman proto-life

Released or let her go from the shallowness of earth

Simplicitate, ethereal rain, trackless out of whom

I doubt with faithlessness, beyond faith.

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2016

On earth

On earth

Do my colleagues

Place any faith in

On line

Before capitulating

To the power of

Uncertainty

They look lovely

Altogether

On the shelf

In pieces

Applied before

The warp

There are a couple
Of detail shots

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2016