Tag Archives: tiny poems

smallish dragons in boxer shorts

Posted on May 29, 2019 by

we’re happy to report that though they snap and snort, they’re all smoke and they keep it short.     … Written for Poetic Asides.        Advertisements

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improbable sky

Posted on May 2, 2019 by

… oh, that moon. she’s an imp …………………………………-ossible loose tooth, the jagged space where you left your heart.       .. Written for Poetic Asides.  

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Bones

Posted on April 29, 2019 by

(an erasure poem) This poem is the sludge of her pencil, the long lost magic of that gold paint noise.   In April, we poem.    Erasured from this poem from day 21: Bare Bones This poem is drawn        (and … Continue reading →

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post-it notes to my sometimes selves

Posted on April 22, 2019 by

“She wanted so to be tranquil, to be someone who took walks in the late-afternoon sun, listening to the birds and crickets and feeling the whole world breathe. Instead, she lived in her head like a madwoman locked in a … Continue reading →

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scribbling on the moon

Posted on April 22, 2019 by

.. we’ve borrowed Orion’s belt -sander, Icarus’ wax and wane, the silver-tipped nibs of these immediate stars. it’s quite a stretch, this lunar etch-a-sketch , but we hope you’ll read it, …………soon. .. In April, we poem.     

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letters to smallish dragons

Posted on April 22, 2019 by

  we scribble tiny syllables and tuck them between these bright petaled teeth, unsheath our quill-swords and pen the truth in praise and song. they long to be spangled in our word-skins, I think, saturated satiated in wee-stemmed ………………..ink.   … Continue reading →

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Poem for a grackle {left on an olive leaf}

Posted on April 22, 2019 by

.. What a relief for you to caw me your truth, written in -visible ink on this ridiculous sky.   .. In April, we poem.     

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