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It was a Stunned and Starry Night

, remember? We erased our bars and inhaled the stars and your wish was granted asylum (kingdom, phylum) and we were in the know like Vincent van Gogh.   .. Prompted by Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge, day 28.    … Continue reading

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the remains of the day

(a shadorma) .. one last strand of sun is spilling through the pines and i am full of turkey, snowy sigh -lence; a slice of time.   .. prompted by Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge, day 27.        … Continue reading

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buying a vow

.. how to i do when the other one don’t: pretend down is up and up is down. assume a frown is just a smile waiting to turn. kern yourself too closely to the to the end of the alphabet … Continue reading

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The Curiosities of Love

.. Tilt it sideways, skewed from center. Give it limbs, sun, shade. Hold the way the light attaches to skin on your hungry tongue, soon flung to the indifference of breeze. It’s a young girl in a flirty skirt, an … Continue reading

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Waiting for the Sky to Fall

.. There’s a murmur -ation among the stars ……….tonight that has us wondering how ebony can it all get and how much chalk is it gonna take …to change all this slate to something that makes sense? Wait, I’ll hold … Continue reading

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The poem’s the thing.

.. The thing has wheels, a bar -row. It’s red, and it matters. We don’t know why. It’s raining. There are chickens. (Whether or not they have yet crossed the road is open to interpretation.) They are white. (Lest ye … Continue reading

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broken moon

.. i’ve got a fine idea. she’s erasing herself, slowly. let’s breathe in her magic dust, and blooooooow.   ..

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dear loose thought caught on a curious string

.. , i waited too long to crochet you into my skin, and now you’ve been swallowed by all this blue. ..   . Prompted by Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge, day 18.    

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Poetry is for the Birds

.. as are all things …of beauty, strength, mystery; all whisperings of murmuration and murder, all gatherings ………of trees and seed ….and song.     . Prompted by Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge, day 17. 

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Ode to a Poet Waiting

.. Oh, the anticipation. The itchy fingers and the listening mind. The stirring of coffee, muse and time. Oh, the procrastination. The organization of desk and drawer. The obsession over unfinished chores. Oh, the celebration when a few words kern … Continue reading

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