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, and we’re out there standing on the beach and my toes know sand is fairy dust, and I trust my heart to this evening breeze and she’s teasing me with this closed paren -thesis of gold and so i’ve gone and told the earth … Continue reading
They say we’re out of ways to woo you. But I, heart tied to sky,shall try to fool you into loving me back. See, the clacking of all this black is really just a churning starless seabrought to you on bended knee. Are you the … Continue reading
the day cracks open with a scarlet smile to hide its mourning. that first bird caw is the empty gnaw of displaced dark. we wanted more. we wanted all. we wanted whole moon-light, not that evil Cheshire cat smile broken fingernail crescent scar now fading. ::In April, we poem.
the lion and the owl and the hound and the fox and the grasshopper and the ants and the tortoise and the hare and the many many mice and the golden-egged goose have all gonehome , and all that’s left is that stone -soup moon. and I, (alone)am still not … Continue reading
poem , the one your brain wanted to write at 1amthe one that came to you in the rainthe one that ran down the shower drain. it’s the one that got awaythe one that wouldn’t stay the one that ran astray. … Continue reading
the other one tends to get all the attention (all that tangerine morning shine) , but she (more sinister sister, dark side tried and true light thief) still knows how to own a sky. we stop and watch her balloon-float gloat her way up, a full hot cup of … Continue reading
call me half -crazy, some crescent-style smile, but sometimes that’s all of me i let you see. i’ve got a darker side. howl away. but call me full, and i’ll show you, fool: whether i’m giving you the cold shoulder, out for bloodor feeling blue, i’m always waxingwaning crazy like … Continue reading
has us grinning, too and fused to the dancefloor of this star-stung sky.
She tastes the new year slowlypondering clouds on tongue sacred slices of sky, tabasco-tang of sun. ,The world’s got a way of craving falling-stars, symphony wishes. She swishes in a ninja star for good measure, a babble of brook, a dabble of moon. It’s Quadrille Monday … Continue reading
better than this over -easy moon, spooned into a star scram-bled sky. …. written for poetic asides November chapbook challenge.