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The Visual Poetry of Poeticah explores the boundaries between poetry, languages, and traditional with computer visual art.

This is a poem from my chapbook Blue Mundi.

<<Blue Mundi>> Ash Wednesday Wearing a black veil with a solid gray dress down to the floor Her eyes wide-open dark twinkle deeply Her eyebrows strong yet graceful arched upward A proud iron will She rejects the cross of Ash Wednesday Broods over smoke from cigarette passes from between her fingers up into her lips Against her bosom a mink's fur hardens Her branding iron But there is the man the doctor on the train the key to el libro negro <<Blue Mundi>>