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Tag Archives: Quickly’s Winter Doldrums
John Sloan “Orango-Tangl” .. Another hairy day, Love. Too much to do, not much to say. But may -be if we just play, sway with words and let the rhythm hold our fears at bay, we’ll find a way to … Continue reading
.. Untimed, she chains herself in song slips words to sky, stills her heartbeat to trebled moon. Too soon, she finds the world bleeds by and steals her breath; her slanted sigh a troubled pause. Just cause for holding … Continue reading
.. This poem is a brandied belch, the un quiet squelching of song. It’s got a long long way to go before it can plow through all this endless (s)now. It needs a drink, a think -in(k) cap, a … Continue reading
.. Give us this day our own shadows, quiet leave -ings, wishing stars. Hold us this way: in footprint haze and sharpie, scar. We origami our skysong hands. .. Written for Quickly‘s Winter Doldrums.
We entertain the mad. They whisper. – from “Tea Ceremony” by G.C. Waldrep .. Drink me …….(shrink me) down to nothing -ness, the best guess bliss of stirred honey, quiet leaves left. Think me ……(blink me) sane, in small stages … Continue reading
(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
.. The earth is stirring (the whole moves; and every part stands still) her great round head, hands pressed deep to ocean’s breast. She’s allowed her heartbeat to wander just south of the sunrise, the moon to dip its golden … Continue reading
.. I knew it when I tum -bled here into this jungle: life ain’t got an easy streak. Didya know the world ain’t flat? But that’s a misnomer cuz I’ve still got all this gray, today. Per -haps, on impact, … Continue reading
.. Dream me something of a snail’s pace, a quiet grace built of curious stones. Wrap words around my soul and papier-mâché me whole again, filled with moonlight, ocean salt, sage. Shhhhhh. May we have a moment of silence, please? … Continue reading