Daily Archives: November 5, 2018

Dear Diary,

.. This poem is for your eyes only, some small apology for the lonely ways I’ve smudged your pages. This poem is the tired-of-everything matra of the ages, of our darkest hour -glass cages and the ways we’ve celebrated all … Continue reading

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daisy chain gang

Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. – E.E. Cummings   .. listen, i’ll tell you a secret: He loves you. there is no knot, no tangled web of stemmed hate nonsense-talk that says we aren’t for each other. … Continue reading

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Just between you, me and the fence post

(wink, wink) , I think it’s all gonna be okay. I think love wins. I think the day gets saved by one small smile. I think the miles get paved in hope. I think we drink from saucers, over -flowing … Continue reading

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Secret Sunrise Confession

It’s erasable in case she changes her mind later, decides she’d rather curbstomp her black boot scuffs all across his walk instead. It’s from the heart in case she decides to leave it, give her soul this soft reprieve. Let … Continue reading

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