Monthly Archives: June 2015

groovy thing

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blue plums

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.  

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not night magic

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a murmured minute minuet

.. 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

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this poem

  . 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

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Tchotchke Stewing Softly by the Heat of the Sun

. 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

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Look Out Below

… And above, and everywhere in between. There’s really no where to hide when the sky is falling. We’re calling ourselves sane under significant stars, bright spots of wanting. We’re haunting every inch of this space, embracing the way the … Continue reading

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Four Small Slices of Morning Sky

… {I} A brazen bumblebee interrupts the breeze, holds court with low-lying clouds and consorts with our lonely azaleas. The sun is none the wiser. {II} The sky is falling, perhaps. Or sighing, lying itself flat with cobalt glee. Have … Continue reading

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1,000 loose-leaf words releasing themselves through a tiny trap door

(a snapshot)   . Why is the doorknob blue? Can you see the blurring on the edges, the ledges of the world ……….and war ……………….within? Scratch the surface of the center. Make the keyhole your home. Focus on the paint … Continue reading

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Fertile Poet Doublespeak

.. Breathe deep of this well whirligig -led spill, the double -speak of sacred spell. Change sleep to wide-eyed chance and keep the astro -nom (de plume) -ical difference.   .. prompted by poetic asides

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