Monthly Archives: February 2016

Spell, Bound

Come, sit a spell in the citadel and help me coral (core all) my syll- a -bulls. Dey got sharp horns (and harps, shorn) and dey songs is harm, Mon -(s)izing up all this strange. You got a pair, a … Continue reading

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Sidewalk Talk {Sans Chalk}

I am stumbling around these city streets; I have nowhere to lay my weary head, no slice of ground to call home. My affinity for loneliness and loss has me one with the rumble of silence, the holy heart of … Continue reading

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seven ways to wish upon a star

.. tremble the sky loose with your own salt, fill your hands with indigo and ebony. ask orion a rhetorical quest -ion or two {in pig latin, or martian, or sioux.} welcome broken. speak only when spoken to, by breeze. … Continue reading

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Franklin, m’Dear,

He gave a damn about a lot of things: Physics, the key to electricity, lightning rods, the balancing act of bifocals, illegitimate sons. Betcha $100 (or a half) that a whole lot of the ama -zing things he said were … Continue reading

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StorySongs

… There’s a man on the street with dirty feet and an old guitar. He’s got $18 in an old jam jar, but he can’t seem to remember his way home. There are stories in his veins and in his … Continue reading

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Bumble

… I’m bringin’ home a baby, ……..(bumblebee) she says. Won’t mama be ………….(so proud of me) surprised? My eyes are saucers of sour milk, knowing our whole world’s about to crackle loose and buzz into something else. My bubblegum snaps … Continue reading

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Meanwhile, 95 miles south by south(l)east,

This poem has straight dark hair and ponytails and idle dimples. It’s simple, really: just add a few monks chanting in {prig}Latin, a satin stir -fry of peppers and mush -rooms of lingered lawn mowers (the scent of fresh-cut summer). … Continue reading

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like a river

(Monet)    … I am shaken, stirred, blurred he leads me into something that can breathe, beside the still never left drowning in my own salt waters.   .. Written for Margo’s Tuesday Tryouts. 

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Four Words, Backwards

{one of his low, slurning books}   .. mawn lower,   fry. ………..stir.     .. Shawna word list. 

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Bell My U(nigh,verse) City {Pic: Sea Dust}

… Lemme ’splain my spleen: Sophie’s choice was a CT scan(-tilly clad) stir -fry cook monk chanting in {pig}Latin. (ixnay on the awn mower, lei) Long story short (straight dark hair): we blew a gasket, ordered a casket in pine, … Continue reading

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