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Glen 2008

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Glen 2007

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Glen 2006

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Glen 2005

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Glen 1999 @ Louve

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Glen 1997 with Frank

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Glen 1990

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Glen 1986

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Glen 1977

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Glen 1973

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Glen 1971

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Glen 1963 Conformation

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Glen 1961

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Glen 1950

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Fig Tree

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FIG TREE

 

                           Strolling in a garden, I bent

                           And stooped beneath a branch.

                           Looking up I saw

                           Two swollen sacks, swaying,

                           With darkened skins unwrinkling,

 

                           Tapered above but bulging below,

                           Suspended before my eyes.

                           Sagging with the burden

                           Of their sweet seeds inside

                           About to burst,

 

                           I cupped one in my hand.

                           Warm bulb, heavy in my palm,

                           I dared to stroke my fingers down

                           As my thumb rolled up

                           In a gentle squeeze and whispered:

 

                           "Dare I pull you close to me,

                           To tease you with my breath,

                           Draw you in beyond my kisses,

                           Hold you captive with my teeth

                           And caress you with my tongue?

 

                           "Right now, would you again retreat

                           (Instinctively to hide,

                           Unable to endure such pleasure

                           And NOT be in control) or

                           Surprise me with your trust?"

Glen Fitch 2006

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Third day of a weekend workshop.

TO EDMUND SPENSER

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Oh land of fluid 'scape and timeless time,

Where gardens shine in beauty far more bright,

Where terror lies in dungeon path to climb,

What better place for men to find their might?

Oh land of high Romance, where heroes fight

'Gainst inner dragons for their ladies fair,

And lovers pine just for their loved one's sight,

And villains plot a false fair face to wear.

Oh blessèd dreamer how you work with care

Your multi-leveled polyphonic quest

In interlockèd rhyme and language fair

To lure enchanted readers through each test.

Sweet honey bee in your six-sided cell

Who else could tell of once dreamt scenes so well?

 

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