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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
, 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
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
In April, we poem.
she’s great. she’s rated highly on the rich -ter scale, wanted in twelve countries and two states for the way she clacks the black, leads between the lines. she’s fine. completely unperturbed by all the violence and wasted silence this … Continue reading
.. , won’t you hold for me a petaled breeze between your teeth, speak some quiet sigh -lence into my hungry ear? will you save for me a song or two ………(a day, a year) from this crushed dawn; a … Continue reading