Tag Archives: call me maybe

non grata

call me ishmael or that guy ……..(bueller…bueller) at the back of the class who never answers. call me un -invited, for that is what i am, though I have showed up anyway with snacks. call me late for dinner latent … Continue reading

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Call Me Home {with this One Last Whisper}

.. Ishmael, wandering half ……..brother, late for dinner, son of a birch tree. Root. Leaves. Call me daughter, mother, ……lover, friend. Moon, stars, ……sky. Sea. Everything, …..nothing. And all things in between.     .. November PAD, day 9. 

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The Scent of Old Lemons & Stale Beer

.. This poem is a nap -kin. Sister of the paper towel, a place for blotting lips and strategically placed wine-stained rings, things quickly written while under the influence of one thing or another. May I have your number? You … Continue reading

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