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Daily Archives: November 5, 2015
. I hate the world today, and yet you have tried to tie a bow on it, wrap it all up in confetti and song. Why not a singing telegram, a fruit basket bouquet, some blinking lights and a flocked … Continue reading
.. the sky’s a Christmas tree tonight, and I am still, below just waiting for you to come and unribbon me. ..
. it’s over -easy does it, hard boil it down to its most fragile shell. you’ll scram -ble(ed) me into a congealed orange frown, sunny side up-side ………..down. . A second poem offering for my own Enjambment prompt over at … Continue reading
.. this poet is a murmured swallow, a shallow puddle of herself, a slow and stealthy (s)word waiting. she’s a hack -saw, hum -bled haranguer of phrase, a moon phase waning in her own sealing wax. trace her loose in(stead) … Continue reading