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Have you seen this poem?

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

.. 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

.. 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}

.. 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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free write

{more it’s not}   .. this poem is neither free nor blank; it’s shackled, smudged in inky sway and star -stung sky. it’s dash and dot, jot and tittle. riddle. rhyme. time unraveled into rows and prose and who knows … Continue reading

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free poem,{slight}fee poem

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

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Bare Bones

  .. 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

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