Monthly Archives: August 2018

Slipped (Gin) Fizz

That’s the biz (all the buzz); pour me a giggle-glug and let’s muttermurmurmutter hiss our way to the kerplunk crunk …………..(rumble-rustle-rush) of phrase. These days, we all hoot and hum, jangle thumbs at days and days …and days of ding-dong … Continue reading

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Play, and other Sacred Grounds

.. We’re merry (go-round and round and round) enough, thank you. For once, we’ll take a generous portion of swing and sway , with a poem on the (other) ………………..s(l)ide.   .. Prompted by Poetic Asides.  

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Mystery Loves Company

… Everyone wanders, wonders why is the sky boo, a ghost-wraith curdle-curled in her own dark sk(e)in? These apples are flailing, not falling, from forests and trees we can no longer seize. We’re making out like banshees, stealing sound and … Continue reading

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Sacred Ground & other Sorrows

… Trace her indigo, emerald, blush of sunset, rise of moon. Name her lost daughter, holy place, mother earth -en fire, cold desire. Give her a swollen pasture soul, a staggered heartbeat under hungry feet. Quill her center in ancient … Continue reading

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Bad Blood Blues

Hey won’t you play another somebody done somebody wrong song? – B.J. Thomas   .. Nah. I have grown weary of heart -ache and heartbreak and the un -quiet mistakes that unravel us, whole ; the strains that stain our … Continue reading

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We’re Off

And I was standing over there, rusting for the longest time. …………………………………….– The Tin Man, The Wizard of Oz   ..  To see how far we’ve ……(cobbled) come, you have to understand: we stood there, hearts ……………(or lack) in hand … Continue reading

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Learning Curves

  .. I have studied the arc of moon for many days, spiraled in her angled gaze and held her full circumference in waiting hands. I feel that I am getting ………..(swirled, whirled) wiser by her ardent glow, the diameter … Continue reading

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