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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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Your Heart Should Have Buoys

Your heart should have buoys around its shores warning any adventurous sort not to venture too close. With flashing strobes and a strident moan… stay back stay back stay back. But there’s always going to be someone like me willing … Continue reading

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As She Gathered Her Skirts

As she gathered her skirts and headed briskly up the staircase she hoped the view was worth the strain on her tender lungs, bruised from the ill-fated excursion to the Teparda bog the evening before. The effects of the poisonous … Continue reading

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Lasso Of Truth

I don’t know where you are because you are in another room. I don’t know how you feel because your voice too faint to hear. I don’t know what I said, or didn’t say I don’t know why you bowed … 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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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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