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which came first?

the chicken (a good egg, really) crossed the road(we wonder why), perhaps to try and find out if the sky (why blue?) was really falling.  we’re calling it a draw,this Q&A, this interrogative way we have of (who what when where why) dubiety and pondered piety.  and yet we ask for heaven’s sake,how many … Continue reading

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Grad(u)ations of Color, Light

.. We are still learning, yearning for some diploma -cy, some salutatorian sunrise promise. Hold this crimson close, that one in a vermillion horizon to heart; start asking all the right questions: Can I pocket this praise? Can I fill … Continue reading

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What have we done?

… Did we dance? Did the stars etch our path, fallen and pure and lost? Did we toss the right things to sky, and keep the rest? Or did we hide our best faces for those rainy days? Have you … Continue reading

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{Sevenling: Do you find me?}

,, Do you find me amusing? Confusing, refusing to paint inside the li(n)es? Or am I con -founding, astounding, Sir -rounding your corners with smiles? No need to sling nor fling your answer now; I’m busy singing.   .. Another … Continue reading

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.. Does she long to shed her weary skin, sink within the caverned veins of silence? Does our violence make her sigh, pine to gather her pleated skirt hills and walk out on us? Can we heal her, feel her … Continue reading

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The Oracle of the Interrogative

(a found poem inspired by 10 questions for the universe) .. Why is the sky blue? an embarrassment, a robot programmed to destroy, a dying planet Why does the caged bird sing? wishful thinking the landlady slips under the door … Continue reading

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{En Pointe}

.. Have we not grown tired of tiptoeing, ….grown weary of tiptoeing around the truth, of toeing the line, truth be told, of tiptoeing through lines of tulips and terror, ……….through holding our breath. Tear {or time} me a petal, … Continue reading

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objects in motion

  .. the world pulls. fools us into for -ward moment -um, downward sway. one weighty question, love: would it be so wrong for me to ask you to ……………stay?   .. Prompted by Poets United.         

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