Monthly Archives: November 2020

tell me again about the dragons

and their embered breath , scales scar-scraping the  sky. tell me of their kind-ling songs, the twisted  wrongs of talon, tongue. whisper me their battle -blazed cry, the sacred why of tinder hearts. sigh me the cindered center of their flame, that i might  … Continue reading

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bull, i

this poem is a moving tar-get, sludged-smudge scribble of a scrabbled star. she’s too far  off center to make her point, dart-ing about in the dark without a true mark. she’s got one dang -ling thought caught on a linebut she’s quite … Continue reading

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bless me farther

than my last confusion,the last profession of this secret sky. farther than this raging sea, higher than these unquiet stars. it’s been too long since i’ve been on my knees, listeningto all you’ve laid before me: gracegenuflected in crescent scars.  ::written for poetic asides … Continue reading

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if you had 8 arms, you’d understand

(i think),why i must go with the flow of the ocean and all that                                                 ink.  :: written for poetic asides November chapbook challenge.

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there’ll be nothing but coal in the tiny stockings of these iambic feet

this poem is more naughty than nice, spicy syllables laced with ghost  -pepper, ancho and then carelessly t o s s e d  in a mean serrano poblano moon sauce.  :: written for poetic asides November chapbook challenge.

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This is Just to Stay

(in response to William Carlos Williams)  I have beaten the hums of my hungry tum by  the witch-craft of probably leaving and fasting  Forgive meI am delirious so slowand so old :: written for poetic asides November chapbook challenge.

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Meaning of Morning

: with her sun-sliver smile and the way she shines anew;  she’s got a secret, see? All thingscan change, rearrange themselves  into new songs. And some things can be (a 5, 6, 7, 8) counted on,                                            like rising.  :: written for poetic asides November … Continue reading

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emberly dragon remembers her place

scaled skyward, she re-places her scars             with stars.  ::written for poetic asides November chapbook challenge {catching up.}

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un-imping the ossibles

that tiny imp is at it again, taking what is -erfectand turning it to dust. stealing what is -robable and dressing it in muss.  we take all these minuses and gift ourselves the poss, knowing anything is possible if we can (s)imply                                       trust.  :: written for today’s Quadrille over at dVerse. I’m … Continue reading

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how’d we get so?

this poem is that shiny copper penny and the horseshoe turned to sky and the wild why of dandelion fluff and other wished-on stuff                       {like stars} . it’s worth its own saltand a sprinkle of (p)luckand has the audacity to sneeze a syllable in public so help me God                     {bless you.}  … Continue reading

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