Tag Archives: Q44

true north waiting

Posted on October 19, 2020 by

she is particle dust parched on desert floor, thrust far from the magnet Blue of true.  point her upand just let go; you know she’ll make her way back someday when she’s had her fill of still cobalt.  today, the sky will do.    …       … Continue reading →

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purple diamond delirious

Posted on September 21, 2020 by

Quadrille #2. Come play! Play magnetic poetry here.     

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Borrowed Light

Posted on September 21, 2020 by

Even  After All this time The Sun never says to the Earth, “You owe me.” Look What happens With a love like that, It lights the whole sky. ― Hafiz  .. … We wonder if we’ll ever get the hang of … Continue reading →

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Eve’s Dropping

Posted on September 8, 2020 by

And that full fierce moon is rising again, untying again, setting herself loose, a balloon unstringed. She’s got a whole new helium-heck of hallowed …………………..(waning) reasons why , and those trees are setting their limbs for (l)eavesdropping, finding new space … Continue reading →

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ambivalent bumfuzzled poet

Posted on August 25, 2020 by

.. i just don’t wanna play today                   (no way), just wanna sit on my bum and say     (oh, hey!) let’s build a blankey fort and doodle away some time, … Continue reading →

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searching for color in a desert world

Posted on August 13, 2020 by

this is no garden place, these terra cotta hills and mountain face. she aches for blue beyond this sky, some rainbow’d why. but still she finds a slip of pink to fuel her ink; a bramble of crimson, that golden … Continue reading →

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poem reparations

Posted on May 18, 2020 by

she wishes she could fix her muse, air her out in clothes-pinned sunshine, breeze away these blues. perhaps she’ll braid her through dragonclouds or button her to the moon. here, won’t you glue her brittle-broken pieces, shake them loose, fasten … Continue reading →

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one lone falling

Posted on April 20, 2020 by

… she finds herself in mysterious skin, flush with ……(premise) promise, but hemmed ………(and hawed) in. she is just beginning to (accent) accept this new frame, these [brackets] and //bars//. she works ….(dances, runs, rhymes) to unravel this quiet dis … Continue reading →

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poemdemic and other sacred spells

Posted on April 6, 2020 by

bubble bubble toil and trouble, eye of storm and hint of truth. the world’s gone all (we’re all mad here) multi-colored chaos, and now it’s only in magic swirl of words that we can lead and curl and kern and … Continue reading →

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a wish, a rant, a roar

Posted on March 10, 2020 by

.. a small stirring in the slow hollows of her bones. a hallowed breath of broken wayward shaken sky. a sigh. a song. the long long stretch of day. a freckled thought that says she is ungrowing. a fraction caught … Continue reading →

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