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This is one for the loony bin.

Image from Wikipedia.    .. This poem is just one or two steps shy of everything I might want to be. I’ve added stars and salt and sea and sigh -lence and the violet violence of one last sunset. Yet, it … Continue reading

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penning tiny poems

in the mar -gins of life, she wells with ink and inks well. white chalk; indigo sky.   ..

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Scented Ink

… I write in rain and coffee stained half-moon paper smiles. The cloy and cling of past -life sting smoke. The perfumed poke of pine. The desert after a storm. The smell of snow and silence. Indigo flow and old … Continue reading

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So me an ocean

.. , so deep that you can’t find me. so wide my inky arms can span the world. so vast my salt can stay. Or so I plead with stars. But so far, I am a shore.   .. Prompted … Continue reading

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Sum Her Up Like This

.. : Some brilliant Blue, soft shirring of breeze. Shade trees. Sand. Inky fingers and salty toes. White pages, fluttering. Waiting. Birdsong. Pine. One wordsong at a time, and a million thoughts to in …-di ……..-go. .. Prompted by Miz … Continue reading

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