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Kenning Me Softly

.. Have you met her? She’s a mess -age of murmurmoan, an ink(trovert) blot caught on a cure-ious spinstring, a gypsygonegirl (nevermore) moon(mer)maid of de -versity. She’s paid only in breeze-sigh whisperwhy and skysong spare change. But give her a … Continue reading

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One Small Shard of Bard

Brevity is the soul of wit. – Shakespeare’s Hamlet   .. Doubt that the stars are fire, to be …..(or not) a battalion of sorrow (sling, arrow, sleep, death)? ……Words, words, words. Though this be madness, listen: smile ……..(and be … Continue reading

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{of Wrinkles}

.. (Never forget): Crinkle paper smile skin (just right,) and wisdom laughter love tuck right in. .. Awesome photo and fun prompt from over at Toads.   

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The one in which she does not speak of moon, or sky, or sea {nor does she hyphenate nor parenthesize a single smidge}.

,, Keep it concrete. Neat. Enlongate both sentences and piece. There’s a war in Syria, perhaps, or a junkie’s needle in a haystack that needs further examination. Don’t rhyme in the middle; reason throughout. Tell a story instead of humming … Continue reading

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Troika Triptych

.. I don’t mean to be cryptic. Give me earth, wind, fire. This isn’t a triathlon, Love. You can run but you can’t (swim, bike) hide. Please, just go and ro sham beaux your way back to this third marble … Continue reading

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ekphrastic of nothing

  …  apropos of some small –things, this thing is not the thing. it is a fraction of the thing, yes. an ish. a tish and jot and tittle. perhaps from somewhere in the middle, or one end. it’s a … Continue reading

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The Lady of Situations

    What roots what branches this stony rubbish, …………………man. A heap of broken sunbeats, a dry stone. Come, I will show you …..shadow. I will show you ……………………dust. Call me the hyacinth girl, the Hyacinth garden. …….Neither. Nothing. ……..Silence. … Continue reading

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Absolution

I confessed my darkest deeds to an envious man. – Alanis Morissette, Forgiven   . Bless me, Father time. For I have skinned my own heart, rendered it raw with whim and wanting. Forgive me, Mother earth, for bruising your … Continue reading

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Kitschy Kitschy Coup

    She’s more fiction than sigh -ence, more song than strange. She’ll taser you a small moon, a once-planet, a cold meteor shower. Give her an hour, she’ll rainbow her nesting doll way into your union. There’s no oxygen … Continue reading

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Braiding her own names into a strange new song

.. As the day takes its final breath, Persephone puts on pants, quirky girl under a paper doll moon, sleepwalking through slivers of limbs, and liquid skin. (We are) string theory sugar spun star sisters shouting yes to no one … Continue reading

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