Tag Archives: Poetics

Curiosity

… It’s the sulfur snuff of a candle burning (out) at both ends, the lull -aby hum of pickle-piqued breeze. Magenta-smooth, it can also kill a cat (just like that) in less than 38 prickly (tick-tock)  seconds, ……………………flat. .. Mish … Continue reading

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Communing with Clouds

Oh, there are plenty o’ people in her (neighborhood) (house) (circle) (face) , plenty of noisy cacophonous ……….(crowds)  traces of business and busy-ness and messy-mess and who and where and when and why. But she’s an introverted soul, with a … Continue reading

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Darker Sides

Better go back home, where you belong. – The Temptations    .. .. Follow me, I know a place to run; a place to leave our hearts and tuck away. See that moon? There’s a small child on the other … Continue reading

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Spangled Dragon

.. She longs for sparkles and streamers and shine, the fine fine sheen of knowing. The flowing of a tail that shimmers in the setting sun. She sings in syllables of fire. Hums embers loose, crimson fireflies etching skyward. She … Continue reading

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Irony is the skin on a smallish dragon

.. Or slate. Or steely gray. Yes? Perhaps no. Perhaps know her name before you define her, or the state of her skin. Maybe get to know a girl before you claim she breathes fire. Ay, me, but you’ve a … Continue reading

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Etch your name upon my weathered skin

.. , and i will whisper you a secret or two, leaf-weave you a song. carve your heart near mine, that we might hum-strum this breeze in tune. my limbs do not grow tired or numb; my roots are anchored … Continue reading

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Babble

… Give her a low and guttural flow, the way a small stone fits in her palm, the skip (of heartbeat); the burbled psalm of going somewhere soon. Shiver her the language of moonspill breeze, the sway of treesong and … Continue reading

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