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A Cove, One’s Own
A cove, one’s own For hearts, a home where sky and sea cliff sides crawling with posies meet in places built from traces of reassembled memories. all is quiet, all is tender, purling waters to remember sips to come, from … Continue reading
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Life is Love Struck
Life is as short as a relinquished moment.Ahhh, time, the relentless lover,pins down our brilliant wordswith slowly placed and peeled kisses. Love struck,we stagger from its embrace,our lips still tremblingand all the more rouge. Paint the world red with “this.”Upon … Continue reading
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We Loved Once, When We Were Young
(July 28, 2012) Warrior hearts leap from drunken ships listing in the grizzly brinewaves with claws to rip the pray,feast and vomit on a thin shoreline. Swells roll in the wake of Neptune,singing a lullaby, rippling the clothof angels, still … Continue reading
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Be Unwritten
I am amazed at the resilience of the human spirit. It seems we rally around the stories of hero and heroine, rescuing the soul from the tracks as the train approaches. And as beautiful as this is, there is a … Continue reading
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Inspired Dusk (auto-writing)
There is a moment before the sun sets, just before the top of its crescent disappears below the farthest edge of the earth. It is a divine promise of yet another smoldering spectrum of burnt orange, crimson and cobalt. A … Continue reading
Nothing is ours
All I have reminds me of all I can lose.. unless we accept that nothing is ours tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle
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Up is All Around
Letting go of apprehension and looking up, is really nothing more than submitting to the natural condition of a buoyant mind… There was a fish who envied the joyful expression of parched land travelers who stopped to sip nourishment from … Continue reading
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Fractured Light
Even shadows choose to whirl lithely in the beams, romancing other silhouettes seeking revelation in their dreams. Compassion, do not hasten them, nor wake them from repose for in the moment two dreams alight the awoken lover glows. Stand boldly … Continue reading
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Ode to a Road Runner
(March 6, 2014) Diamond hard headache you have a chemical in your left hand and the door is to your right. Pavement. Take the pavement, quick. Oh wrinkled earth, do you feel my gentle journeys across your skin? I am … Continue reading
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Well. I can tell you, I’ve seen some things: The Tale of Don Quixote
For Alonso, the day was sinking into dusk But for Dulcinea, her knight was rising. Long his lance’s shadow stretched And thus his stories, picaresque. He flaunts his tale of espionage, Purring silent and clandestine “there I sprung from camouflage … Continue reading
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