Tag Archives: Quadrille

The Low-Hummed Hope of Other Songs  

Posted on October 9, 2018 by

  … We have wandered ……….(once again) too far. Become un -lucky in our gaze. These streetlights falter, alter shadows, offer cobbled stones. Perhaps we have bartered our broken much too soon, settled for the passing of the buck by … Continue reading →

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Princess Pop and the Bubblegum Dragon

Posted on October 8, 2018 by

  Princess Pop f e l l for a hubba-bubba-bubbling dragon. He ballooned. She swooned. Those bubble-oons were, luckily, filled with goo (and laughter). And the moral of the story is just exactly this: never ask a Bubblegum Dragon for … Continue reading →

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Got Stuck

Posted on October 8, 2018 by

in the muck. In my truck. (Just bad luck.) Tried to flee. Silly me. Feet got tucked in that muck with my truck. (Aw, shucks.) Pulled ’em loose. Lost my shoes. (Bad news.) Still here. Oh, dear. Mud in ear. … Continue reading →

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Intricate Dragons

Posted on September 10, 2018 by

We are so much more than all these scales and skin. See our scorched breath scald the sky; hold our quick -silver moon blood in the kite strings of veins. Taste the truth of talons. Set us         (held, and … Continue reading →

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Sacred Ground & other Sorrows

Posted on August 27, 2018 by

… Trace her indigo, emerald, blush of sunset, rise of moon. Name her lost daughter, holy place, mother earth -en fire, cold desire. Give her a swollen pasture soul, a staggered heartbeat under hungry feet. Quill her center in ancient … Continue reading →

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Hold her carefully, in quiet hands

Posted on August 13, 2018 by

.. This poem is made of cardboard, clouds and clay. She only has a tiny thing ……………….(or two) to say, but she might shout it. She’s all about it – this sunslant, that breeze. She breathes in syllables and sighs; … Continue reading →

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Corners(tones) First

Posted on July 30, 2018 by

.. She’s been home all of four days and she’s still trying to muddle-puzzle (befuddled, tear-puddled) out what this desert -cycle life is all about, how to scratch …..her name in more than Lake-soaked sand and …..the itch to be … Continue reading →

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