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Monthly Archives: February 2016
She And He Are Just One In The Forest
Above the earth she seeks in dendritic patterns Mirrored by his deepest caverns One dies in the light of colored rays While the one below lives on what’s decayed Forever they travel opposing directions Yet, each thrives with mutual intercession. … Continue reading
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The Makeout Party
They were smoking and kissing Crowded on couches and papasons Curled in contrapposto I tried to twist myself into the scene And I played records in the basement darkness Made jokes below my true intellect To make them laugh To … Continue reading
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Peasants In The Castle Of Being
Hungering, goes The hunter green vine Winding up walls Of a cinder block throat. Swollen thoughts Coursing from The belly of memory, Splits rock In the pulsing edifice Erected around Men endowed With bones of metal Crumbling flesh Broken Hearts … Continue reading
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A Heart Filled With Emptiness
Everything enters the mind through the hidden passages of the heart. On this journey of beauty, wade not in through details, but whirl in wonder. You complain of an empty heart, yet drown in the rising tide of its echoes. … Continue reading
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Real Love In A Series of Affirmations
Real love is the endlessness of a mirror’s own reflection in another Real love binds the sheep, the wolf and the shepherd together in compassion Real love is an impenetrable wall of wisdom between you and what you only think … Continue reading
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A Jot of Clay
Through the torpor from some unseen cloud, a bead of rain slipped past my lips and down my throat. Sensing my thirst, this sojourner arrives from some other place, some other time. Love for this one bead I sip, and … Continue reading
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In Time, In Time
My young daughter and I are not much different; Little less of this, a little more of that. She wonders about God’s existence at all; While I weep for His closeness. We stumble through our words as One asks … Continue reading
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Poetry Dispensers
She applied his poetry like a salve… But he complained, “It’s a stick to poke giants, stir potions – and you think it’s medicine.” She let out a held breath blowing the dust off … Continue reading
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Murmuration of Starlings (#25wtT)
We writers who tremble to look up from our notepads Lest we miss, in everlasting flowing words, our beholding of the murmuration of morning birds. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle
Juxtapostion of Muse and Poet
A muse is not a person, but a condition between friends. So goes inspiration. We just write down the poems that other says into us. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle
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