Category Archives: dragon poems

Scoundrel Dragons

You’re no good, you’re no good, you’re no good, baby you’re no good. – Linda Ronstadt ;; Too much is still rearranging. Changing. Are they breathing fire or cotton candy fluff? Wasn’t it enough that they had teeth, and talons? … Continue reading

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Stranger than Dragons

A short-term effect an echo and a stranger’s hand – The Cure .. The clouds have teeth again, and the echo …………(echo, echo) of skin and talons on whale-sized bones. They breathe in great fire hands that reach for nothing … Continue reading

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Objects in the Rearview Mirror are Farther Than they Appear.

.. This poem is a brand new day, the quiet silver buttoning of my lips. It’s the scribbling of my heart. The starting of something startling, the plowing of inky crow through fresh fallen paper snow. This poem knows her … Continue reading

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Throwing Stones at Wayward Thrones

.. We are the princesses of ice and fire and fog and fluff. We have had enough of your glass …………(ceilings) slippers and your velvet chairs not meant for sitting and your golden stair demands of our locks. Your frocks … Continue reading

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Run Four (and a Little More)

in the humidity. in the humility. in the hummm-idity of a new day. through the rainy breeze. through the whispering trees. through the raging seas of your own crazy brain. run four (and a little more) to clear your mind. … Continue reading

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Camels, Eyes & Needles

… It’s hump day, and she’s gotta say the piling up challenges of this desert place are starting to make her crazy. She’s dotted all the i’s and crossed more than t’s and tried to please the masses and the … Continue reading

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Err, Apparent

… She is holding an un -quiet dragon under her skin, the line -age of whom can be traced back many moons, monsoons and slow gulf stream storms. She has mumbled and fum -bled her way into some smallish spaces … Continue reading

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