Daily Archives: April 8, 2014

… I. Puzzle yourself this breeze, these willowed trees in all their slow dance sway. Say you’ll tumble barefoot with me from here to mumbled (come what) May. II. Did the sky just sigh? III. If I inhale slow, I’ll … Continue reading →

.. O, irony. O, moon o’ mine, …….come, croon mockery in E minor. Iron rock, keen monk, ……..more crook ……………or kin? Inky kimono mire, coy Romeo ……once more. . . ……………Encore. . . Followed Margo over to Oulipost’s Found Poetry … Continue reading →

.. It’s the happy-frappe whirrrrrrr of blenders and al fresco diners mumble-mumbling and the gu-ruh-weeeeeee of the weed -wacker three houses behind and the hungry lawn mower over yonder. It’s the jinglejangle dance of the puppy’s prance, and the ro-ro-ro … Continue reading →