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for the love of this poem 

, i shall give her a stanza skirt of royal scarlet and turquoise, a pearly glint of autumn moon.  she’ll swoon when i show herthis gentle noise of stream, the golden sunsets seams  i’ve sewn into her hem. the trem-bled sway of breeze. these … Continue reading

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supervillain poem 

this poem is a cad,not a single scad of good, super -latively bad.  she’s had it with meter and goodie-two-shoes rhyme and perfect                 timing. she’s looking (in Gothamin Valhallain Suburbia) for an es-cape.  (she can’t fly, but she’ll try.) she’s horrible and incorrigible and evil to the … Continue reading

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Flibbertigibbet

(another poem gone rogue)  It’s not my fault,really.  This poem has chosen her own name.  Also her own war-drobe, which somewhat explains the periwinkle pointed hat and purple pumps with stripey socks (what is she, a witch?)  Hey, at least it’s not her birthday suit, like last … Continue reading

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poem stitched in sidewalk chalk 

this poem is neither here nor there,line nor square               (one).  she has scrib-bled her-self in sidewalk chalk, and then hopscotched across her own bright skin,left just one small skipping stone within.  shhh.she’s still here,still stained. waiting for rain.  :: In April, we poem. This is also a second … Continue reading

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sticky poem

this poem is feeling a little touchy today, with sticky fingers and sandy toes. it’s a little rough  around the edges, see? and slightly in the gritty throes of not-so-fuzzy form. it’s warm to the touch, too much so – a fever dream of spiky scorching … Continue reading

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this poem is unpunctual, at best 

And I couldn’t tell, if anyone here was feeling the way I doBut I’m lonely now, and I don’t know howTo get it back to good– Matchbox Twenty  she is approximately 751 days behind the eight ball the last call the deadline that fine line between … Continue reading

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(pre)amble 

this poem is the alpha(dog-gerel) -bet against the house, the unquiet mouse(or wheel) who squeaks first.  at worst, it’s a squawk -stab in the dark, a tent-ative spark to start something new. a cool blue sky awaiting scribble.  wiggle it a little. giggle to the moon, she’ll swoon you … Continue reading

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adagio

this poem is the snailish one,the long slow hum of something not yet said.  it’s not quite ready for prime time, in fact some of its syllables are still in bed.  ::Catching up. Day 28.

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collecting thoughts, connecting dots 

this poem is the thankful one the one that bows in gratitude and readjusts its attitude each time a new line flows.  do you suppose it knows how fragile it is, in its quiet paper skin? how any one  line might be its last straw?  so … Continue reading

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acoustic poem jam 

this poem is un-plugged, unabashedly plain in its own un-i -am -bic skin. it begins with a simple s i g h and stretches from thereto that bold bright sky, sacred in its own hum.  come, if you will and let us spill our souls into serenity. you’ll see, it’s … Continue reading

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