Tag Archives: April PAD 2015
.. why is it we’re always wrapped up in our own small ………..songs? perhaps I shall trade my jalepeño for your ……………silence. . .
. tuck that indigo-go groove right down in your very soul. swallow the notes, and rhythm their roll, strum some mournful strain straight down, azure yourself some sun. .
. deep in his left cheek, but then keep her far, far away. .
.. the one caught in heart and craw, the raw ache that takes your breath. bury it high in star- stung sky, let Orion belt- beat it to death. ..
(an American Sentence poem) . Dig this: the order of the words won’t matter in the end, period. .
.. Bury the red wheel barrow and the sweet cold plums and the first fig and the body electric and the road not taken and the sidewalk ending, the darkling thrush and the quoting raven and the caged and singing … Continue reading
Skin’s the least of me. – Theodore Roethke .. it’s not easy to hacksaw a secret into 206 splinter-marrowed pieces, but she’s no stranger to per …………………………………-severance, naming each scrimshaw syllable ulna, tarsal, scapula, mandible. there’s a word for all … Continue reading
. Call her half -breed, destined to roam this earth in ink -y skin and feathers that cannot fly, three-fourths water and one-part land -ho, who knows, parts un -known, a hybrid fruit choking on its own stone. .. … Continue reading
. Did you know they’ve got an agenda of their own? They’d rather be stubbed than snubbed. They want to wiggle and giggle and go squish in the mud, rub footsie with perhaps someone completely inappropriate. They want to be … Continue reading
. nobody knows she feels small in the wee hours of the morning, watching the moon fade in this world of magic mirrors and tower cages and identities tied to golden tresses long enough to climb. nobody asked her if … Continue reading