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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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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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Hunger

There’s things to miss when one’s alone, that liquid jolt, the murmured sighs, light strokes on the back of neck. the deep felt crave which sleeps most days does rise in burnished night, tampered down from weary limbs but lurking … Continue reading

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How To Mourn What Never Was

Your mother holding your newborn child~ Nose kisses, bedtime stories, chatty talks, First day of school clothes cuddle monster, bed chase, sidewalk chalk, Santa Claus swing pushes,  explorations, road trips, seeing the world through the eyes of your child. History … Continue reading

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It’s One Thing To Dream

  Don’t earnestly promise to catch me a star, Cradle stars in your hands, cut up and bruised. Don’t talk about how England awaits, Grasp my hand as we wander down cobblestone streets. Don’t tell me that you want to … Continue reading

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