Tag Archives: poems for my Shawna

the wisteria treehouse palaces of tiny dragons

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

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lights

  ..  fireflies dancing on fir branches; a fairy gala of stars.   .. Me n my Shawna are penning tiny poems all december long. Wanna play?     

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(S)Lumber Parties for Dizzy-Daisy Princesses

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

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little blanket fort

.. 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

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Ghost Sky Dragon Swirl Girl

… 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

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16 ounces of cheap, convenient wine

.. 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

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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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