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feckless freckle poem

.. freckle me some words, me says (to me) who really (reallllly) wants to wade back into the sea. freckle me some words, she says (to she) and so I sit here, desert (bound) and less than footloose fancy-free. freckle … Continue reading

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Meanwhile, 95 miles south by south(l)east,

This poem has straight dark hair and ponytails and idle dimples. It’s simple, really: just add a few monks chanting in {prig}Latin, a satin stir -fry of peppers and mush -rooms of lingered lawn mowers (the scent of fresh-cut summer). … Continue reading

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Four Words, Backwards

{one of his low, slurning books}   .. mawn lower,   fry. ………..stir.     .. Shawna word list. 

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Bell My U(nigh,verse) City {Pic: Sea Dust}

… Lemme ’splain my spleen: Sophie’s choice was a CT scan(-tilly clad) stir -fry cook monk chanting in {pig}Latin. (ixnay on the awn mower, lei) Long story short (straight dark hair): we blew a gasket, ordered a casket in pine, … Continue reading

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ZeBra

.. She wears a double d, which stands for: damn, doll, where’d ya get all them colts? She’s a good sport, but they sway when she sashays on by. ……………{here, here} Be sure to give a cheer. ……….She’ll thank you … Continue reading

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Hey.

.. Let’s write our arses off, thumb our noses at the day, scoff and play around with sounds and hyp -hens {cluck} and click and clack our indigo black into a waiting sun. Let’s cockadoodle-do something a whole lot more … Continue reading

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Zebra Ponderings

.. Am I black with white stripes, or white with black stripes or just all ’round (lucky) striped from head to hoof? Actually, I’m a little blue. And here’s the proof: Under the light of this moon, I’ve discovered that … Continue reading

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ahem, until

.. ha me until (I) am (s)he unlit. (inhale) ant helium. heat nil, um. lament uh I. Am inlet, uh. nail the um.   ..  

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corkboard poem

.. she’s been a -broad, pass -port in hand, standing on a distant shore. she’s pinned and pined, postcards of mind and heart to distant shore. she’s pushed and rushed and all but shushed the voice that says some things … Continue reading

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Shack Attack

(for Shawna)  .. Watch out, the hoes have got it in spades, shoveling all this (b)itter (s)trange soup, stooping to re -bury their own bones. We’re fin -ally figuring out how to (b)rake up the chaff, collect the scattered (s)hells … Continue reading

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