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In the Land of Lollygag

Fritter is something I do – not eat, Although I call it lollygag. Some might say I loaf around, But truly aren’t loaves made of bread? My mind works such from slack to bread to silly songs It scoots here … Continue reading

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Jennifer Jumping

In the dream she’s always falling Falling seems to drive the dream. From shark fin cliffs– Through clouds that smell of buttermint, Her arms are wide to ride the wind. No ghost hand shove, no skittered stones & slip of … Continue reading

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They Dance There Still

Strewn feathers across the grass Leavings from a violent death. Blast tumbled shoe across the tile We leave so much of ourselves behind.   Death laps the blood from the stained dance floor where hearts beat true and free, Coward’s … Continue reading

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Pear

If a pear could weep it would, cascading tears down its glossy sides. The banana has gone astray, jam grubbed hand plucked it away. Moments later, a resounding crash– the banana hasn’t come back. No curved embrace furthermore, Just one … Continue reading

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We All Carry Our History

We all carry our history differently inside us, Some tie memories to leaded fishing weights, so they can sink deep deep deep, Others coat them in hard glossy varnish, so they gleam–better than new. One trots out faded high school … Continue reading

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Don’t Sleep Through the Beauty of the World

Don’t sleep through the beauty of the world, be awake when sparrows wing their tapestry across the sky, The shadow of the stalwart tree moving across the lawn, see the glittering march of the tide. Be awake for the darting … Continue reading

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Waiting for a Man To Face His Fear

Waiting for a Man To Face His Fear He’s just across the street. the street lamps should pop from the tension between us. As I sit, I knit a scarf of lavender patience, with threads of trust glimmering softly in … Continue reading

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Through the Lens of a Broken Heart

Through the lens of a broken heart the sky is muted the air flavored with mud Through the lens of a broken heart my face feels weighted down my feet heavy as clay Through the lens of a broken heart … Continue reading

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Spring Rain

The park is filled with night and fog, The veils are drawn about the world, The drowsy lights along the paths Are dim and pearled. Gold and gleaming the empty streets, gold and gleaming the misty lake, The mirrored lights … Continue reading

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Dance Me to the End of Love

“Dance Me To The End of Love” Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin, Dance me through the panic ’til I’m gathered safely in, Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove, Dance me to … Continue reading

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