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be:c(l)ause

  .. this wor(l)d wants to be a thou -sand poems.   .. Advertisements

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An Unsuitable Sky for Anger

  It’s indigo deep with crimson edged promise, dusked edges steeped in longing, belonging to no distant star. I ask questions of wayward clouds; they know essential {breathing} things but do not share. I stare at a fat moon rising, … Continue reading

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Cue Cards for a Wayward Sky

.. Dance, we scribe; try to spark and lull the clouds to play their bubblegrins across our open-shadow song. Twist, we sing. Skip and dream of green breezes spilled through rose jars, melted shimmer-snow. Breathe. Right on cue, when journey … Continue reading

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Outside the Box

.. It’s a castle. A cottage in the woods. A cozy split-level for four in a friendly suburb. See the white ……………………(graffiti) picket fence? It’s a cabin in a dense forest. A humble condo at the lake. Hear the …………….(traffic) … Continue reading

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If I’d Only Remembered {Not} to Listen

.. The world’s got a funny way of saying I love you, a sunny way of flaying my skin wide open and ………….{still} asking me to shine. .. poetic asides november chapbook challenge, day 3. 

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totem

.. don’t poke the head. she’ll snail back in, and sail along her sea of goo. don’t steal her heart. she hasn’t sparked it in awhile, and time’s a wastin’. heart of dragon, head of snail? confusing, yes. and it … Continue reading

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still standing here, with her cheek pressed against the door

.. , she is listening to the way the room breathes. the way he leaves without warning. the mourning of the walls and their sorrow-scattered beat. the peeling-paint pant of want, and wander. she has squandered herself for a single … Continue reading

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