Daily Archives: April 3, 2017

butterscotch pockets

(for uncle don)  .. you held them there near your heart, those golden pieces of sun, where our tiny hungry hands could always reach.   .. A second offering for today’s NaPoWriMo.     Advertisements

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petaled pages of love

.. we quench our thirst with feathered spell, and poems fall like early flowers. ..    

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Holding Out for Rain, without the Dance

.. Follow the rise of eyes to sky. While waiting, we place shame near the base of a fallow tree, a primal garden reaching for a Judas kiss.   .. A day-late Wordle.    

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aubade with a broken bloom

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) – E.E. Cummings ..   april … Continue reading

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Labyrinth of Love

  .. The grief is a gangrene monster sitting on her chest, a long lone echo through the empty corridors where there used to be a whole wide world.   .. Prompted by PAD day 3.      

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The Swish and Stammer and Smudge of Love

Oh, but she’s a storm. The sky’s got a new slant, curl of cloud and scattered song. The syllables of her name are fleeting, sleeting, bleeding ink and drinking in the stone -washed bruises of another dawn.   .. Prompted … Continue reading

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Black Olives

(Elegy for Bridget)   .. In lieu of flowers (which die and die and die again) , we bring you salty ebony orbs in a proper crystal dish, even though nobody likes them ……………………………….but you.   .. NaPoWriMo, day 3.  … Continue reading

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