Category Archives: Poetry

Encounters

a person can be a meadow you slowly walk through wild-flower spangled in the early morning light, another a stony courtyard horse hoofs sparking as they clop clop clop. one, two, three stepping stones, across a fast moving brook, or … Continue reading

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Poets Live On Their Senses

“I suppose what most people associate with poetry is soul-searching and fiercely held emotions.  We expect the poet to be a monger of intensity, to pain for us, to reach into the campfire so that we can linger in the woods … Continue reading

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The Unfurling

How fragile and tender                                that little girl yearning Just wanting to be loved and to love. Building beautiful cities inside her         … Continue reading

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Recipe for a Sour Day

Walk to the lake- preferably at dusk, the gray cashmere air soft upon your cheeks. Wear polka dot shiny rain boots and carry a furled umbrella, twirling it like a baton. Savagely stomp through every puddle you find, unless there’s … Continue reading

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Perk’s Poem

Tucked in a leather satchel On a horse galloping at top speed, down clickety clack train tracks Conductors swinging lanterns fly past, Nestled in the eaves of a long haul truck Speeding across state lines, How many ways can I … Continue reading

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A Visit From Cackle

There once was a witch Named Cackle, Who liked to eat fingers for breakfast, Big toes were delightful for brunch, ear lobes perfect For a midnight snack. Her tastes were peculiar, No soft flesh for her, She liked a satisfying … Continue reading

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If Cats Were Productive Instead of Lazy Buggers

If Cats were productive instead of being lazy buggers, They’d clean their own litter box, and be adept with a whisk broom. Instead of drowsing in speckled sunlight, they’d be typing out a best seller about finding a spiritual path … Continue reading

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