Tag Archives: Poetic Asides

cues

.. sometimes they spark if you hit them just right, let them bump and grind, find their way along felt. we talk and chalk a few things up to strong drinks and weakness, the way the tables have turned, the … Continue reading

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Hesitations of the Dawn

We forget her scar -let dress is just for early risin’, surprisin’ us with all its crimson silk applause. Pause, take a second ………..look , and book a table for two near the horizon.   .. Prompted by Poetic Asides.  … Continue reading

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DIWhy?

………..I think this pro . -ject ………..is going well, …. but maybe that’s just con ………..-jecture.   .. Back to normal Wednesday poeming over at Poetic Asides.     

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Un(in)formed Poem  

.. I want no feet. No beat. No stanza’d streets to stomp or romp in name of rhythm, rhyme or silly-abic time. Iamb what iamb. Un -versed, unrehearsed, un -refrained. I’m trynna start a re -volta. Wanna come? Oh, hai … Continue reading

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spitting at the sun

she’s too hot too handle, and so the boys take action, look up and fire away. …………gravity laughs.   ..

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16 new ways of looking at the moon

{for she is ever, always, my favorite.} i. she’s a hush-hush hum in a clandestine sky, a whisper in the spiral ears of stars. ii. she’s the smudge-sketched thumbprint tintype of some long -gone goddess. iii. don’t stop looking for … Continue reading

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Traffic Report

.. There’s a woman in that beat-up Volvo with a secret, and she’s carrying it all the way to the coast in a borrowed suitcase. The ’87 Honda’s got a warning light on, but the couple hasn’t noticed; they’ve got … Continue reading

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