Daily Archives: January 18, 2016
Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance. ~ Carl Sandburg .. … . the light is falling, calling us to fandango tango gumboot scoot boogie woogie méringue moonwalk mambo polka (dot) hop spicy salsa squat shuffle twist conga tryst … Continue reading
… climb aboard and sing yourself sane, feel the wind in your hair and stare at the scattered spaces of the sky. the day is new and these yellow lines just might help you find your smile. … Written … Continue reading
.. the moon’s a balloon full of pretty people, sliding faces st(r)ung by stars. the sun’s the one we painted that day we had orange joy to spare. .. Written for Toads.
.. Stoplights are spotlights when the streets are your home, the place you wrap your heart in brown paper bag leftover sway, play your hum to a tendrilled squaredance sky. Don’t ask her why she’s lost. Just dance her ’round … Continue reading