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Tag Archives: poems for my Shawna
they are masters of mopetry and muppetry and the wispiest whispers and whims of clouds. they chalk out loud in the brightest colors and sing their scales in sorrowed sway. they carve their names in bark, not bite, and right … Continue reading
.. fireflies dancing on fir branches; a fairy gala of stars. .. Me n my Shawna are penning tiny poems all december long. Wanna play?
See, here’s the thing: the men -folk are all off engaging in the hum -drum dumb of war and snoozing laws. We prefer a (rebel-with-a-cause) preponderance of paws, and whip -cream shapes and declarations that go a-May-ing: National Peanut Butter … Continue reading
.. don’t bother us. we are covered in chat and chalk. we’re not hiding. we’re abiding here in all this fluff and pillowed talk and downy den. it’s too really loud out there. we want only slow moon and these … Continue reading
… She’s all fire and ice cream cone luscious, rosemary and peppermint wings swinging toward a lollipop sun. We’ve only just begun; she and me, we’re gonna chalk our way someday to clouds and the significant (s)way of roadtrip tunes … Continue reading
.. nine healthy male cyclists once told her the red had heart-healing properties. she makes an exception on tuesdays, when the rum’s served cold. and sundays are for melted chocolate served over vanilla heaven. (good for the soul.) the rest … Continue reading