Category Archives: poetic asides poems

a muse, me

Posted on February 27, 2019 by

, colossal in the awakening of my own un -flat skin, husk ……………………-y voice of silence. these schemes of vein and sinew sky sting a phrase to page, ……………………a transferred why.   .. Prompted by Poetic Asides.        … Continue reading →

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Bratty Moon

Posted on October 10, 2018 by

.. She’s braying and saying that she doesn’t wanna wane today, doesn’t feel like fading away into nothing. She’s crying and sighing and holding nothing back at bay, causing a tempest -tantrum of whine and ocean waves. She’s taxing and … Continue reading →

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Dandelion Fluff

Posted on September 12, 2018 by

.. They say size doesn’t matter and then they say dream big, but I prefer these tiny breaths and the way the breeze teases my heart into flight. You blink at all that sacred spotlight; I think I’ll save myself … Continue reading →

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of thrones

Posted on September 5, 2018 by

we reign and roam in intricate stone -faced poker skies. you raise; i’ll fold my hands and praise the storms that rise. we deal and dwell in joy that’s spelled in sorrow’s songs. you show; i’ll tell the world to … Continue reading →

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Learning Curves

Posted on August 15, 2018 by

  .. I have studied the arc of moon for many days, spiraled in her angled gaze and held her full circumference in waiting hands. I feel that I am getting ………..(swirled, whirled) wiser by her ardent glow, the diameter … Continue reading →

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Grad(u)ations of Color, Light

Posted on May 23, 2018 by

.. We are still learning, yearning for some diploma -cy, some salutatorian sunrise promise. Hold this crimson close, that one in a vermillion horizon to heart; start asking all the right questions: Can I pocket this praise? Can I fill … Continue reading →

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Aubade with Broken Fingers

Posted on March 9, 2018 by

  She’s doing some aching again, greeting the day with open hands and a moaning heart, starting a song on this sky piano with knuckles lost to greater fights. She’s right at the center of that rising sun, mourning loss … Continue reading →

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