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Ancient of Days

..   This sky knows all my stories. What I am and what I am, -knot: bohemian hard rain rhapsody sense -ibility pop and wind -ensembled stranger things heavy circles and quiet squares un -labeled -volcanoed good times electric -city … Continue reading

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S(hr)ink to Fit

…. We watch the wind sink into the sea, pulled by swollen moon. The sky is a bruised bumble -bee, stung by silence, crim -son song. How shall we count the tears that have salted these sands? In teaspoons, thimbles, … Continue reading

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Postcard from the (Dr)edges of Society

..   We are Cinderella, the adopted sister, afraid to sleep in suburbs with our eyes closed, lest our evil steps climb more (is more) floors than we can handle. Our critics say alcohol is a fact -or, not the … Continue reading

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Holly-Berry Bells

.. Love me tender, tinder tinsel me; de -cadence spun into song. Wrap my heart, re -bound in silver nemesis and peppermint sway. Carol me loose, over river and woods. Hot cocoa-jingle me into Santa’s way -ward sleigh. ..  

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Canary Psyche

. Analyze this, Love, my old and yellowed song. Life gave me lemons and leotards, a lack of flexibility and sugar. Stir me, tingle the breeze past the bars of my last cage. I’ve raged against the wind, the day, … Continue reading

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{s}Wishes

(for Shawna, belated for her birthday, which I forgot) .. There’s a {s}whirl of frosting for you here, love, some zabaglione for your soul. I wish you Zen, and then some zero -gravity in which to find your {s}way. We’ll … Continue reading

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I Don’t Know How to Let You Go

… Your sneakers, your flannel, these grapes that snow. You’re too strong for these chocolate shavings, teenage years. Your leather jacket stings. I know. I dream of gingerbread and lipstick liquor, abandoned shopping carts and lack -luster things. It’s a … Continue reading

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Aerial View

. She’s a mer -maid who’s been swallowed by the pinpoints of the map. She’s un -flapped by cranial tuna, ……..freeway flotsam and jets -aimed for better ………places, but the traces of high -way ink on her skin are holding … Continue reading

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Meet Me at Macy’s

.. Mark my words, Marx is having a melt -down again. Moreover, the meerkat has the merest chance of meatballs. It’s a mad, mad world, Love. ………Oy. ……………Meep. …….We’re in deep.   .

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Hallelujah Happenstance

.. Hold my calls. It’s all happy chance from here, no matter how hair -brained it gets. Heck, -le(t’s) assume the horcrux is lost, and we’re tossed wholly to that whole moon rising. Surprising? Maybe. But somebody had to hold … Continue reading

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