Monthly Archives: April 2015

The Chicanery of Toes

. Did you know they’ve got an agenda of their own? They’d rather be stubbed than snubbed. They want to wiggle and giggle and go squish in the mud, rub footsie with perhaps someone completely inappropriate. They want to be … Continue reading

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cutting off your hair (and other unconventional uses for a sword)

. nobody knows she feels small in the wee hours of the morning, watching the moon fade in this world of magic mirrors and tower cages and identities tied to golden tresses long enough to climb. nobody asked her if … Continue reading

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Suspension

of disbelief, she is borrow water, trestle and truss and step -stone moon. She is covered in beam, arched shoulders waiting, a time to build; a time to learn: There are some things to cross, and some to burn.   … Continue reading

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The Importance of Simpatica

. Following Margo over to PoMoSco, day 28. Source text: Thunder Hill, by Elizabeth Nicolds (1953). Page 43.

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All Lives Matter

It’s raining in Baltimore, baby. But everything else is the same. …………………– Counting Crows   . It’s raining in Baltimore, anger flooding the streets, blood and salt and hate ………..in rivers, as if some centrifugal force has pulled us loose … Continue reading

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Open Letter to a Philosophical Mathematical Genius

(I think, therefore I am flummoxed.)   . Dear Descartes, If no empty space can exist, ……. ……………………………what then of my heart?     .

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Ordinary Matter

.. Forgive us our centers, these (s)matterings of fear and fragile flame, the quirks and quarks that keep us spinning, spilling, ….sinning. Forgive us our pleas for ………..space when the world closes …………………..in. Mass, even when at rest. Volume, even … Continue reading

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More ‘Looking Back’ Poems

(Tryin’ to spare those of you who subscribe to me by email the triple ding.) Aching Backwards in a Deep Blue Sea Oh, I believe in yesterday. – The Beatles The backstroke be -comes her, be -lies the waiting sharks … Continue reading

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What of Tomorrow?

a pair of hay(na)ku . Yesterday, the end. So much depends. Today, the rains. Too much remains.   .. Read more about the form, and some awesome poetic offerings, at NaPoWriMo, day 27.

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The Wisdom of the Waves

.. Having the slightest notion of what they knew, know they did it. There, today the beach is still. Similar shells, all are occupied by the sea. Eaten: birds, crabs, other marine creatures die of old; die as ancestors died, … Continue reading

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