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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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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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The Limp

Imagine you have a limp.  Imagine that your leg was badly injured many years ago, and for reasons of your own, you didn’t seek treatment and so the leg healed badly and now you limp.  Most days you get along … Continue reading

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