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.. we squeaks in syllables, speaks in rhythm and rhyme. we knows how to blows a phrase about in breeze. we sees ourselves as scribblers, ink-dribblers of divine. we frees the words from white, and writes our wrongs. we sirens … Continue reading
.. That was the day you told me this could be e v e r y t h i n g and I knew it was true. That was also the day you broke my soul …………………….in two. .. … Continue reading
.. catch me if you can (but not too soon). own me for awhile …………………and then release me to the moon. .. In April, we poem.
, and the world was pleased to be ending in a ball of fire, a slash of apocalyptic rain, be -ginning again. There was a holy -cost, atomic bomb, earthquake, ground shake; men would fall. And he …….(in apothecary glee) … Continue reading
… Please, fold me over into the map, and take me to the sea. .. This one snuck out, too.
this poem is typing herself into a state of …………..(Nevada, Texas, Idaho) mind. she’s left behind her fury and her furry bunny slippers. sip her slowly, and you’ll see; she’s full of grace and glee and a wee bit of … Continue reading
.. ruffled trees busy bees wandered breeze baby, please who knew we two made the ultimate view .. Yesterday’s poem for Poetic Asides.