Daily Archives: April 7, 2015

Be Prepared

… Yesterday, you ripped my small heart off my sleeve and pinned it down to your own puffed chest, some kind of merit badge of honor. See, here’s the thing: I have a right to bare arms. And you are … Continue reading

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Gerberas

(swearing by all flowers) .. Our syntax falls in petals of a different kind, roses abandoned for their uptight trite fragility. Our best gestures vary, too, by paragraph, parent -hesis, no time for eyelid flutter; but a life whole and … Continue reading

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This is Just to Say

(a triolet) .. Oh, love is not a summer’s day, for winter comes quite quickly. Yes, plums get bruised and roses fade. Oh, love is not a summer’s day. Huzzah, now let us count the ways, some things regretted thickly. … Continue reading

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