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Monthly Archives: September 2016
A Tangle of Grace
… The day wakes up all grumpy and torn and the world’s at war with itself again and we’re smear-smash-spreading hate and debate and we wear our nationality over (above) our human skin. But there’s a fine cool kick in … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged amazing grace, debate, falling thoughts caught, Grace City, graffiti of grace, hate, pondering poems, the sky is falling
6 Comments
Fledgling Thoughts, Caught
.. They are the stuff of fluff, and float. Of pillows and bed and quiet nesting. Of arrow quest and scritching quill. Of flutter. Of hollow bones and hope and reasons to fly. We collect them in jars and quivers, … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged birds, down, feathers, hollow bones, hope, hope is a thing with feathers, pillows, quill
26 Comments
Mujo (WabiSabi Spill)
.. Summer Fall Winter Spring. We watch them pass in the slightly seasonless tones of desert life, watch these kids grow from tiny tyrants into baby mooses, all legs and attitude. We try to give them roots and wings. We … Continue reading
Posted in moon poems
Tagged balloon moon, beautifully broken, change, everything's a season, haibun monday, haiku, turn turn turn, wabi sabi
18 Comments
good words & color breath
play magnetic poetry here.
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged ferocious salt, magnetic poetry, marble sky, oceans, poetical magnetism, slow secrets
2 Comments
Tug-of-Words
.. This poem is a struggle, a red hot mess. It needs a life vest, a straight jacket, a kick in the pants and a hat to hang homeward. This poem needs a snuggle. A hug. Some small shrug to … Continue reading
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Tagged Poetic Asides, struggle, the war of the words, this poem, this poem poems, war
6 Comments
Lake of the Sky
Step in and begin to know Blue. A healing hue infused with wave and breeze and pine. Stay awhile and maybe she’ll don her crimson dress, put on her sunset best for your evening pleasure. Bring your wine to the … Continue reading
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Tagged Blue, breathing in blue, dVerse, Lake of the sky, Poetics, Tahoe
30 Comments
skip to my lu{na}
.. she’s a sky dance, a bubble door lull -abied to silence. a silver-shimmer melted to a green twist-grin. a cheap thrill breeze, a milk spill frozen and rose high. a slivered journey, a gurney for a broken star. a … Continue reading
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Tagged moon, moon dance, moon poems, Q44, Quadrille, the one where she uses all the words
13 Comments
For Want of Wings
.. The walls get taller, taller taller taller, still. We thrash and splash our treading-water will along shores still broken. We store up all the wrong things, the burned-out-battered suns, toss the ones that truly matter. Until, He comes; builds … Continue reading
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Tagged door poems, dVerse, knock and it shall be opened, open, Q44, Quadrille, suns
14 Comments
Sesame Sky
… Oh, it says: keep your eyes open and your words crossed and your heart tossed onto indigo inkspill scrim. No, it says: not like that. No wielded fiery dragon skin, no withered place within or lost land waiting. Just … Continue reading