Category Archives: poetic asides poems

Stop Me (If You’ve Heard This One Before)

… So, this poet walks into a ……..{space} …..bar and hyphen -ate hydrates herself with a trochee or two, and begins pledging ………..poems to a metered moon. Soon, the stars are all (g)listening, until they just can’t stop. ……………………Cue ……………………the … 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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Human, Divine

… We hold our scars close to chest, rest our flitter-fluttered hands against our tired breasts; err our differences and breathe out all these things we cannot change. We for -get {where, when} we got all this pain, all this … Continue reading

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Land of Lyrics

.. She waits under a shattered sky for something to crack loose, fly into her waiting soul – some syllable of song, some righted wrong, some dragon tail of hum -bled phrase that might unlock the sun. She plays the … Continue reading

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Lady Godiva

It’s not my birthday, but I’m wearing my suit and making a point. Call me Gift from God, call me Tressed Rider, call me crazy. But history shall give me more power than the steed between my legs.   .. … Continue reading

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Lego Decisions

  ..  We’ve known all along that we are building something from nothing, that each click together is all part of the design. We know dropped bricks mean sore soles, and that the instructions are long gone. We know the … Continue reading

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