Monthly Archives: May 2015
play magnetic poetry
. photo by Toni Frissell she is sometimes still astonished by her lack of gills. the rest of her is fine and finned and flowing, infinite in all this sway. she holds the earth at bay by floating, held soft … Continue reading
. Oh, how I wanted to boil my hat, a sequence that made no sense to anyone outside my little cherry box. We were all as latelate -late as watches on chains and white rabbits can measure, a slow roiling … Continue reading
open sesame that moon, she’s posing as a bowl of milk, the open -ing rind of a sweet can’t -aloupe, arresting of tongue but stilted and squat in its own lack of light. familiar, this. mercy flowing, served up among … Continue reading
.. The breeze is caught, a distant hymn. The moon she’s got is growing dim. She pulls the shade and so it goes – her heart a glade where river flows. He’s hidden lies under each stone, but her silence … Continue reading
.. she’s like the wind -oh, I threw myself out of; a giggling, grey delicate, honest shadow, the massive reboot per (ar)-sonal physician brief impromptu less -on the Catskill Mountain trail. she’s learned to limbo un -der her own tail, … Continue reading
(an ovillejo) written for dVerse.
written for dVerse.
pink girl offers first lines as story/poem starters (my title is one, tilted.) click here to read them all, and get inspired.
written for poets united motif.