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of rearview, and regret

Posted on April 28, 2020 by

… this poem wishes she was just a little longer slower stronger more open more hopin’ or maybe just closer than she appears. .. in april we poem.       

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love poem

Posted on April 21, 2020 by

.. this poem is that red, red rose that summer’s day the craving of mouth, voice, hair ………….(silent and staring) those cloudless climes and starry skies …………………….(dying, disappearing.) more thicker than forget, it’s counting the ways those moments of glad … Continue reading →

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name her selah

Posted on April 19, 2020 by

.. this poem is a thump a bump a lonely howl , an embrace in the face of death. she’s a fixture of promise, a moment of resolve , some tender -ness at the hardened center of it all. .. … Continue reading →

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why and wherefore

Posted on April 13, 2020 by

  .. this poem has a point, a purpose. she’s poised to change the world, perhaps, with her iambi(c) -tion, her diction or her daisychain dismay – to give it some new sense of ………..(humor, space) sway. or maybe it’s … Continue reading →

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rebel breeze

Posted on April 11, 2020 by

.. don’t stand down -wind of this poem; she’ll blow ……………..(her top) you away with her intricate spin. she’s in -sane, deranged and estranged from her own phrase. she’s lost her power somewhere between the devil and the deep blue … Continue reading →

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the scribbler who scrambled her words

Posted on April 10, 2020 by

.. this poem has egg on her face, a trace of pent ………….(up anger) -ameter under her skin. she’ll assemble her sent -ences in some semblance of sway, but no way is she going to make them march ……….(or april, … Continue reading →

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Have you seen this poem?

Posted on November 29, 2019 by

She’s smallish and smiling behind one shy hand and she just might be standing under a wise old tree. She’s three white sheets to the wind and tangled in breeze, treasoned by the whispers of a shadow’s scoff. She’s wandered … Continue reading →

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Last Petal

Posted on November 26, 2019 by

.. This poem has fallen in and out of love with her -selves long before this sixth line. She’s daisy-chain tired and yet tried and true. She’s blue. And a particular shade of gray. She really really ……………….(really) wants to … Continue reading →

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There and Back Again

Posted on November 21, 2019 by

.. This poem is ….(light) -headed to the moon to the corner to the ends of the earth. She’s putting the pedal to the metal and her nose to the grind and her head in the clouds. She’s got a … Continue reading →

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poem crack{warning}

Posted on November 18, 2019 by

.. this poem may be habit-forming, causing the need to read others, wrestle pen. it’s a gateway scribble, really, that first taste of rhythm-rhyming zen you didn’t know you needed. to breathe. a smudge of sky. a wisp of why. … Continue reading →

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