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Monthly Archives: April 2011
Rose Speak
the color and bloom of a breath when you speak, I curl around every petal to see you as a daffodil would only be to settle no, I think thou ar’t a rose In a garden rooted in love drawn … Continue reading
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Morning Mischief
I woke to the mischief of morning sneaking playfully up the stairs Now I’m not quite sure as I think of it, But I’m thinking you were there. Something lithely climbed into the bed and lifted a curl of hair … Continue reading
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The Question to Your Answer
Love appears before we ask To bless the future, heal the past. Gleaming with wisdom of unspoken choices It patiently waits for the sounds of our voices. It quells the fears of space and time Forever onward, leaving no one … Continue reading
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Moments
This moment shall never be forgotten. Here, now, the first in the endless sequence of breathless pirouettes that lie before us; like promised sunsets fulfilled. This moment will never be forgotten. The last in the progression of a gently walked … Continue reading
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Kissing Andromeda
There is a fat mad woman Her head pokes through burlap. Andromeda’s prodigy In my space, poking me with her pen. Her lips are flapping, smacking spittle, Waxy smears on her chin, A protruding peach pit knob. Drained and un-kissed … Continue reading
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It’s All About Teeth
Drenched – 1 part wine, 2 parts anticipation; Waking up to 5 parts sensibility. Morsels of Fritos and homemade chocolate chips, Wedged and fermenting in the crags of my molars; and it’s back to the brush; Truth hisses and stands … Continue reading
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Ice Fissures
Spheres of air are trapped in the fibrous fissures. A million ends of cilia resonating in my ear, Vibrating my mind down a silent gauntlet of blurred memories. The tether of vision slips the loop of modesty And goes slack … Continue reading
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Time Bitten Memories
Rhododendron and fresh mown zoysia grass, Fragrant halos that come undone, Fumes of creosote oozing from poles Sweating tar under a scorching sun. Sap on sodden pine needles Glow wistfully like amber tears That fall through vaporous piles of … Continue reading
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Gadaffi, Diamond, and Me in the Basement
Neil Diamond can save the world…woke up this morning from a dream in which Muammar Muhammad al-Gaddafi is living in my childhood home basement. It is a finished basement, with a low ceiling, and it smells like the faint flatulence … Continue reading
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Many a Seasons Harvest (in progress)
It was the Autumn of our lives A breath, a breeze, a voice Aging planks, abandoned ploughs, Reaps options, and sews a choice And so the logic is stressed As one and one yields one. Whether we stroll or trudge … Continue reading
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