Daily Archives: April 2, 2014

.. She’s a fool for phrase, verb laced with woo and wow, the ka-pow of black clacking and words backing up over a bright brayed moon. She swoons at soft syllable, hard return, loves and learns the sibilant shirr of … Continue reading →

kiera kai love jackson, in a slightly less apostrophic state. . she curls along my back in possessive contract -ions of comfort, waiting and wiggly and warm. she snuggles in deep and she sighs in her sleep, spooned on the … Continue reading →

Written for Toads.

Voy ………-eur, she stares ……and stirs, as words ….wander down the pathways …………………of the page. .. Vy ………-ing for time, ……she sings these things, …..a rambler refusing to act her ……………….-age.   … Written for Poetic Asides Day 2.  

From the Library of Congress
: World War I
 poster from a lithograph
, A YMCA Cellar in Flanders. .. Dear John, You are the Dead. I am the Living, though my heart denies it. You left me …………(bravely) alone in a … Continue reading →

… boy, oh boy. if I tick, …………tow, pitch 1 fit; too hot for it …………to hit 8.2? too iffy.    …………(tic) ………………………..twit. . Still following Margo Roby over to the Found Poetry Oulipost. Today’s is a lipogram (a poem … Continue reading →

… She hadn’t meant for her heart to come along for the ride, sit be -side her back here in coach, as if they were strangers. She thought the train would go slow -er, and the lights would glow low … Continue reading →