Tag Archives: Garden with Toads

poem penned in invisible ink

.. this poem is for no one (everyone, ……..some -one in the crowd with a scram ……….-bled soul.) it can only be seen by firelight by starlight by the far light of another galaxy, or the candle you’re burning …………………….at … Continue reading

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Dead End(ings)

.. By the time they get to the bridge, she’s already been sucker -punched by a fat, full moon (a fraud, really: hustler of the horizon, harlot of borrowed light.) She stays in the car, anyway. Her mind a prison. … Continue reading

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We Shall Be Moved

google images .. Organize! Agitate! Educate! The clouds are shouting again, cotton-soft and waning in their sky-spun skins. Organize! Agitate! Educate! Cumulus knows the only way to go is up. A cup of rain, every drop in its place. Organize! … Continue reading

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Against the Strand

.. Three blackbirds etch their signature across a sapphire shore swollen with sunlight. She quills her own song in the snow with tail feathers and broken ink.   .. Prompted by toads. The word group I worked up was: swollen   … Continue reading

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It’s Complicated.

.. Once upon an embered morn, while I quoth my nevermore, you came tapping, gently rapping, opening my chamber door. I shut my eyes &felt you kiss me dead, adagio a gallop on my heart. I wish to be a … Continue reading

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Made of Stars and Paper Skin

Japanese print maker, Kaoro Kawano (1916 – 1965).   She’s tressed in umber and the scattered spill of sky. She holds the earth still; turns her face into the sun, as woodpeckers braid her hair.   .. an ekphrastic tanka, for Toads.  … Continue reading

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The Paint I Ain’t.

..   I wish that I was hued in blue, swirled in sapphire and song. Perhaps I’d brush myself in turquoise, too, cobalt all this skin I’m in …………….(-digo) until it’s cyan, self …-azured. I am not peacock -proud. I … Continue reading

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time. space. {continue…um.}

    let’s fold the map and melt the clock, unstitch the stars. if we could only open up this sky like a big ol’ jar. it’s all relative (really), this swirl of now and then and where and when … Continue reading

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aubade with a broken bloom

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) – E.E. Cummings ..   april … Continue reading

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Bipolar Sky

.. Make up your mind, woman. Indigo silk dress, or syringed star scars. You get to decide both color (blue rasp -berry cotton candy, ink stain, ebony charcoal curmudgeon smudge) and texture (wisp, willow tree, wallow). You wave your birdless … Continue reading

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