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Image from Wikipedia. .. This poem is just one or two steps shy of everything I might want to be. I’ve added stars and salt and sea and sigh -lence and the violet violence of one last sunset. Yet, it … Continue reading
.. Paintbrush-hush (guilty, guileless) me a rebel heart, an unquiet start a whispered want and a place to hold my still long-fractured hope. Then soft (and sound and soon), steal me some long-lost wisp of cloud, harboring a sunrise … Continue reading
but you were there, under all that glow , and in between the wax and wane. and night after night you spilled stars, and I sang my own name. .. Prompted by Poetic Asides.
… Got me a man who says it as a verb, disturbs the earth to make me spin. Got me 20+ years of giggle-guffaw-tears, and a way with words he steeps me in. Got me a thousand little things that … Continue reading
.. Tell the sky she’s bold and beautiful and vast and strong. Tell the ocean she’s got someplace else to go. Tell the world we’ve got a song to sing to all these spaces, broken places stitched together with ash … Continue reading
… we shall dawn-don them in turquoise and purple and crinoline glee, bobby socks fort knox blocks trees ready for (s)wings. you hold my kazoo, and i’ll dance for you while we wait on that wily (coyote) ……….moon. .. … Continue reading