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Donna Kuhn is a poet, author, dancer, visual and video artist.

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Thursday, July 27, 2006

The Way A Fish Performs (with Lena Kuhn)



ACRYLIC GIRLS ARE LINED UP (2)

work like an eye
sympathize and get married
why continue, marriage works like a bitch of the

policegirl, the pity of u

brew the long device

the hell of deep drinks
lucky nite, telephone
acrylic crime

girl detail

the sea current
smear your arrow tooth
someone thinks it's mine

my voice is small
search and give it in your realistic teeth

how beautiful the origami water is

donna kuhn 2006

Saturday, July 22, 2006

Travel Agent Dreams

















YOUR EYES USED TO RUB THE CORK TREE

fall out, he's out
there is not an eye in me
your eyes are these crows
they have been partitioned
your eyes used to rub the cork tree
electrolicious solidity

your eye has more bounce
eye loss makes him brazilian and tired

my eyes fell up

it rains eyes
swim, u bastard, in its silence

cork eyes that u pierced in my morning

can't take the eye, used eye

excessively, my silver eye

a cup of wind in your morning eye
passionate believe hole
i am dating your eye

eyes i know in
eye of loss
look at u

half of my other body is taped

smoking tears

donna kuhn 2006

Saturday, July 15, 2006

You Cannot Hold Me Down
























FIRE OF THE HAND

she leaves, she moves the eye of your eye
45 cow tongues cant move u
he elects u to the usa

the milky inner way is almost fire

the enormous lord places u simply in your purple hands
he breathes cow noodles

how these crows have duck

odd dog thorn, milky number, no hand
a chair in his hand
white rose of fire not that morning

the dog puts a strange white dog where it dreams
hide or walk with your eyes

the library is embarrassed
she moves your cloud very fast

put your heart in a bird

u are perplexed the day she took the clock

i cant move the dog

milk a staircase
move your noodle toe

think of your investment forest

39 mornings without u

the president is a strange dog


donna kuhn 2006

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Poetry Contest for Altered Book

Digital Aardvarks Poetry Contest-Deadline Sept. 30, Send 3-5 poems to Donna@onlinewebart.com, Prize- Altered Book featuring winner's poetry and art by altered book artist/ poet Donna Kuhn, http://digitalaardvarks.blogspot.com
Mail Entry Fee of $7 to: Donna Kuhn, 130 Mattison Lane, Aptos, CA 95003
Winner will be notified by e-mail, announced and featured on blog

Saturday, July 08, 2006

Sharpen Moons for Me



I DO NOT RUN

the afternoon rains and i do not run
im a correspondent and taiwan is
a tragedy and an evening
i am from taiwan and i am history
im a freelancer demon and i wear
your fiction, u are a memory
of small rain and im an evening
it was for u, taiwan was for the history
which is the quick crow, im the nerve
for u and taiwan was the way
the prom was my correspondent
in the nervous rain, so unprocessed
it is pulling me, the memory which
makes me walk, i was not the shirt
of tragedy, im a small history and
crow is the word for the governor
im unspiritual, run me the taiwan way
im an office for taiwan which is the trip
of the crow, i was alert, i warned the demon
whose fiction of the rain is u, small taiwan
where i pass, the evening we should be
im history with the fiction and i confess

i run and i report, im taiwan tragedy at night
the afternoon rain is in me, im a historic record
it is light rain, the fast crow is, it looks like u rain
take the memory, im novel, im a morning person
the morning removes me, the early warning was
warned, taiwan is u, my tense rain is very unfinished
it pulls and it is attached and it has spoken plausibly
and at length, bodily taiwan was me, im an office for
taiwan, the crow is on a traveling schedule, be forewarned
yes, it removes the crow, this i confessed

im taiwan with the rain of the afternoon at night
i rise to taiwan, the morning withdraws for me
im the nerve withu, taiwan; taiwan was me and
was not a hellion; taiwan was a censor, yes

donna kuhn

Sunday, July 02, 2006

Hiss






GIRL ON THE WATER


paper feet shout, they dont even have a playbill
your hands beg your pardon
i am a rose garden

one red internal dog of apprehension

the foot is a paperclip
my paperclip dog tomorrow

i dont like spasm of dog dog

the paperclip is red
that i never promised u
girl, go home
im an inner dog
pitter pat

wild dog, this does not halt jerusalem

yo, tragedy

yo, one year old world

dog the hot girl
her tears land decisions

my tragedy was allowed to pitter
my father appreciates me
paperclip of the world
garden him

u survive, touch youre running down

youre running out
when the world is tied
crying land

youre running running girl
this is the garden of the internal dog

the tragic dog's yo material is red
the paperclip cried youre flowing
the dance is shaking

let me be myself
if your hands pitter
responsibility and tragedy

there's a paperclip, give me

scream paperclip faucet

donna kuhn 2006