Daily Archives: April 7, 2016

Urban Scrawl

… This electri -city ink just keeps spreading like a Rorschach test, a quest for things held tight to chest to leak out, speak out in a shout that just might drown these sun-hungry streets. Meet me at the corner, … Continue reading

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{Sevenling: Do you find me?}

,, Do you find me amusing? Confusing, refusing to paint inside the li(n)es? Or am I con -founding, astounding, Sir -rounding your corners with smiles? No need to sling nor fling your answer now; I’m busy singing.   .. Another … Continue reading

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Urban Girl

… There’s a scare -city here of silence, a st(r)um -bling of sounds grumbling ’round her (l)edges. The clock ticks her off; the calendar boxes her into a corner, chides. She hides tiny stories in poem pockets, waits ……………………for rain. … Continue reading

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{Sevenling: On the corner}

.. On the corner there’s a man with a guitar, a dog and an empty cup. Her eyes don’t know which to see first: strings, collar, coin. The streetlamp crow knows what to do, but he’s not talking.     … Continue reading

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Wearing Her Art on Her Sleeve

.. She is not without her charms, spill-and-spangling both her arms with jangled pieces of her past. If you take the time to ask her where she got one, she’ll stop and tell you its story, just plop right down … Continue reading

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Climbing More Than Sycamores

… If we trace our history in trees, I guess the sky would be our home – skeleton limbs raised to moon’s cold stone. Will they etch it on my tombstone that I saw the world in t(h)rees? – ocean, … Continue reading

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Urban Sands

.. Some days we’re all just right broken. So when I get out of these concrete lands, sink my toes and my soul in(digo)deep, I try to keep a little sprinkle in a secret pocket some -where for a not-so-rainy … Continue reading

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{Sevenling: I have wished}

.. I have wished upon broken shoelaces, falling coins, fading stars. The world is braiding itself back to primary: red, yellow…blue. Maybe it’s time to color outside the lines.   .. I’m hosting Meeting the Bar later today over at … Continue reading

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