Tag Archives: tiny poems

inking in thirds

Posted on January 17, 2019 by

We find ourselves at winter’s center, speaking in snowflakes to a frozen-faced moon.     Photo and prompt from over at inking in thirds.    Advertisements

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tiny poem

Posted on January 9, 2019 by

.. just a line or two clacked against all this busy breeze. .. prompted by poetic asides

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shhhhh…there’s only time for tiny poems

Posted on January 8, 2019 by

and so she clacks a wee small bit of black in the margins. smudge. sway. it is no great secrecy that she wishes for more, longs to store the rest of the world away and shout the things on her bursting heart. … Continue reading →

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starting small

Posted on January 7, 2019 by

today is for short runs and tiny poems and small change, pondering the sky turning slate gray and listening to my pup snore. it’s chai tea and breathing, believing small starts are okay, and that God’s more than faithful to … Continue reading →

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Shaky Hands, Sturdy Chalk

Posted on November 27, 2018 by

.. When the words won’t flow, she smudges tiny poems.   .. In November, we poem.     

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I Can’t Ketchup

Posted on November 25, 2018 by

{Weighing the Pros&Con-diments} on poems. I must -ard(ently) ward off these fears and relish the thought of just inking away, come what may (oh) (naise.)     … I Can’t Erase These Words I have put them out into the … Continue reading →

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Con Artist

Posted on November 19, 2018 by

… He makes a pass and paints her flush, blush rub -bled toxic skin. She calls him ox (y) moron, and the dance begins again.   .. In November, we poem.       

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