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free poem this poem is a free ……………………(spirit) -for-all fall …………….(from grace) of white space. she’s so lost, she’s no cost, just loose words tossed to page: gregarious gratis, rate-free rage. it’s getting late in the game, and she’s tired, … Continue reading
.. This poem is drawn ……(and quartered) in charcoal smudge and the sludge of lily pad glee. Stretch her in pencil-thin lines, out-of-time strings, the long lost things at the bottom of your artcase. Place her cloud-shy in a … Continue reading
.. This poem has lost her license to drive to thrive to kill to spill – ink or ocean or sky or sea. to fish to wish to kiss and tell. She’s got no ID and no pass -port for … Continue reading
this poem is typing herself into a state of …………..(Nevada, Texas, Idaho) mind. she’s left behind her fury and her furry bunny slippers. sip her slowly, and you’ll see; she’s full of grace and glee and a wee bit of … Continue reading
she’s great. she’s rated highly on the rich -ter scale, wanted in twelve countries and two states for the way she clacks the black, leads between the lines. she’s fine. completely unperturbed by all the violence and wasted silence this … Continue reading
This is a stolen poem. It is ripped from the headlines, borrowed from the breeze. It flees the scene every time some -one says boo. It has burgled its iambic feet and too-used shoes from a girl on the corner … Continue reading