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Monthly Archives: June 2015
i’m all thumbs, no poems. take that one cue and put it in your (corner) pocket while mr. and mrs. Pac-man play 4 games for a dollar, …….chasing ghosts. . cool photo and prompt inspiration from Quickly.
.. hold your own breath one tick, one tock; find yourself here. ask the sky why she looses blue. kick the door open; break the lock. this symphony has its own sting – we’re living proof. as seconds pass, our … Continue reading
. this poem is a slight chance, a small glance into a waiting spring. this poem doesn’t want to play or sing or sting or be much of anything. this poem is a ragged piece of forgotten string. this … Continue reading
. The imp -ortance of being earnest. A chicken, when the car won’t go. Chicago in the dead of winter. The origin of the species of a mermaid pirate gypsy rebel heart. The start of several novels I will never … Continue reading