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Monthly Archives: August 2011
Humming bird and magpie
It’s often better to be silent before the grace of a humming bird in a flowerpot, than parroting the proclamations of a magpie perched on the top branch of an evergreen. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle
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Messages with a Fathomless Soul
Some speak from the fathomless depths of their soul, others from the shallows, remarkably scant in substance. Both voices carry a resonance – what sound is it you hear coming from others? It is interesting that not only do we … Continue reading
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An Ill Begotten Rhyme with Orange, Purple, Silver, Month
I think it was the harvest monthWe grabbed our baskets and begun thisQuest for produce rife with rhymesRipe with color on the vinesThat’s when I came upon a bowlfilled with fruit, or I was toldBy another who had keener sightFor … Continue reading
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I am posthumously in the present moment.
I am posthumously in the present moment.Lovely dreaming foxes tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle
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Fast Food Pair of Dice Lost
Kite strings launch with random Lurching Taco bell and silent burping Streams of marbles Rubbing shoulders Aspire to be like checkered boulders With collars up and spring insoles Big fat men on tall brass poles Spinning down on sluggish Moles, who … Continue reading
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autofox
My body spends most it’s day leaking fluids… Sputtering, shuddering – making wrong turns. It has an unpleasant odor under the hood. My smile is like the evergreen “car-freshener,” dangling on a rear view mirror. When I smile, it usually … Continue reading
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