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Somebody said good -bye, and there will be no more poems. But these sassy chicas have bared their feet and souls and are ready to throw a moon rave again. Anybody got a magic (wand) pen? ::May Day! May Day! No prompt. All play.
.. longs for sea; quills salty feathered songs in wee poem pockets. ..
.. birdcry; the warming of her skin by sunburst sky ..
… the rhythm of her metered feet is off and she scoffs at rhyme but these words still want to bleed so she heeds their call, s p i l l s them (sm)all. ..
.. long my waiting into morning hope, a hum of blossomed breeze ..
i drink too much coffee. see, when i reach the bottom of my cup i’m supposed to get up and do something be -sides play with all the fun words. and it’s over -cast today, so all i want to … Continue reading
(for Frances) .. My friend Frances works the door with a mega-watt smile. She’s got a hug that I adore, my friend Frances who works the door (and sometimes I come back for more.) Shining Jesus is her style, … Continue reading
.. First, there’s gravity. The heavy heart, the sacred wanting. There are laws against such things, rules in place to prevent the illusion of wings. And yet we spread our plans, our lies. We flap and flail and fade into … Continue reading
What if it was paradise, what if we were symphonies? – Rob Thomas, Lonely No More . We have this pup. Sixteen pounds of scrappy sass, trembled tumultuous tremors and holy ……..(terror) terrier energy. Loves squeaky balls. More than life … Continue reading