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Tag Archives: tiny poems
the last poe-hum
except it isn’t, really. this is just the onethey call the pen -ultimate. :: In April, we poem.
this poem is that one last glimmer
of hope, rising. she buys an umbrella. she holds hands with horizon. she winks at the sun. she slicks back her hair and gets busy. she hitchhikes on dandelion wishes. she piggybacks stars. Written for today’s twiglets. Come play!
fill me, quill me
, for my fingers are feeblesmall sisters that cannot sayanything by them-selves.
the sacred language of dawn
the coffee sends smoke signals. tree shadows sign language song. the breeze whispers me poems. PAD day 14.
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Tagged April PAD 2021, being here, language, presence, tiny poems
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if you had 8 arms, you’d understand
(i think),why i must go with the flow of the ocean and all that ink. :: written for poetic asides November chapbook challenge.
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Tagged November Chapbook Challenge 2020, octopi, octopus, sea poems, seas the day, tiny poems
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total loss for words
The sky’s a sheer black slate of broken stars, a cold moon holding her tongue. .. An American Sentence. {in april we poem.}
of rearview, and regret
… 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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