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William Reichard's Writings

Poem
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Jul.14.2010
Sin Eater
Eyes closed, nose, earsattuned to the wind’s intricacies. Bird song from a branch overhead,She sleeps with her senses awake. White, she startles the sun. Over the porch, wisteria’s white petals form a livingmandala, she is the center. White time. May afternoon. Children swimming in the nearby lake, screamingWith pleasure at the subtle distance between spring air,...
Poem
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Jun.29.2010
How To
The difference, what held us then in thrall, was the not knowing, the anticipation, the fear paths undiscovered along the street of seedy bars, hands in the pockets of covert lovers, feeling in the dark along the shore of a black river. Now, it is what’s known that holds us back, The anticipation, the fear, litany of paths Which have etched their...
Poem
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Jun.29.2010
This Brightness
I’ve given up prognostication in exchange for flannel sheets pulled hot and soft from the dryer. I wrap myself in them, become a tartan plaid mummy, domestic terror. I scare the cats. The future’s swept bare by my purchase. I wash dishes. I claim I don’t care. The floors are dirty. The laundry in piles chastises. I can’t see my way through to the end of...
Poem
Sin Eater.jpg
Jun.29.2010
Sin Eater
I left him there so I could walk alone in that unfamiliar landscape with only sea, stones, gulls. I wanted to know how far I could follow the edge by myself. This was, as yet, untested. For him, separation equaled anxiety, as impatient will to reunite two halves of a broken whole. For me, I'd like to say I was thrilled with solitude, curious about a...