Monthly Archives: October 2013

….. the day ………the tiny words ..behaved, …..flowed themselves ……………….forward, ………a windsong of waves.   ….. Written for Poetic Bloomings   …..    

Image from Zoo Portraits, by Yargo Partal ….. He comes in peace, ………………..to listen to our krunk and debunk the rum ………-or that he isn’t fond of salt. Not his fault ………………….he gets drunk on the slightest bit of rhyme; … Continue reading →

….. The day dawns in flames ……..eroded clay and pebbled sheets of hope. She yearns for the years ……..of bend and sway, still safe in inky overcoat. ….. Wordled.

……. Fool, (yes, you) ……don’t blow this moment; …don’t boo this windy, weary weathered day. Limbs akimbo, …….just breathe; woo battered breeze, …ask that she whisper trees and bid them something …………..soft to say.   …. Written for Trifecta. Come … Continue reading →

…… Just keep watching the tides, he says. But she’s tried, and tired and still so far from shore. She’s sure, and shorn of all things once sworn; it’s colder here in deeper waters. Caught, she cauter -izes scars and … Continue reading →

…….. This circus is falling down on its knees The big top is crumbling down. ……………………– Counting Crows, Raining in Baltimore ….. She’s been walking this tight rope long enough, some in -visible line in the sand drawn chalk soft … Continue reading →

……. Ours was powder blue …..as a spring sky, and had a penchant for backfiring at inopportune ……………..times. She moved us from Florida to Ohio, and crisscrossed the country six times before I was seven, without a single stall ……………or … Continue reading →