Category Archives: poetic asides poems

Renovating Dawn

(an aubade) .. There weren’t quite enough clouds to stir up that crimson purple rose blush sort of sky cauldron, and the tangerine shine of rising yolk sun was acceptable, at best. Cue more birdsong. Cut the traffic din. Maybe … Continue reading

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Keep This Under Your Skin

(As Deep As That Dark Blue Sea) ………….(An American Sentence)   .. ::…..We’re sharing salt again, waiting for the sky to solve these too small dreams.…..::

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(just) ascloseasthis

squeeze in tight and fight the urge to hustle-bustle on outta here. hold my hand, my heart, my time. stay.sigh.   .. Prompted by Poetic Asides.   

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As Crazy As We’ll Ever Be

.. Can you see us? Sitting there with the whirl -wind in our hair and time to spare and the summer stretched out long and lean. We’ve howled all night at a curious moon and danced half ……………..(crazy) naked under … Continue reading

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Functions & Fabrications

“though life’s lived wrongsideout,sameness chokes oneness” – E.E. Cummings .. It’s the (l)oneliness that gets to you, the only-ness. The lack of all, the fall. The up -side …..d(r)owning. Enough to make you forget you are …………a sing -ular sensation. … Continue reading

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good glimpses of smallish dragons

.. it’s the wings that give them away, most surprisingly not the hot hot glow of embered breath. the marigold scent of morning and good green earth. they unfold themselves slow, no more than fireflies, or snap -dragons, dragonflies, tiny … Continue reading

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Many stone steps, going somewhere soon.

  .. We crave the cobbling of days, the ways that things unthrown might add up to some pathway, some intricate up. Some cup more than half full. Runneth over. We live in glass houses, under glass ceilings, grass roofs … Continue reading

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