I dream in 40-point, italic font of all I long to give to You— the One who loves me most. I type my aims into reality— or so I try, but everything is paper jams and out-of-inks— a mangled, tear-smudged page of faint, illegible, ugly-colored words— not the marvel You deserve. My fingers hesitate to […]
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Rushing down on wild winds Angled toward the earth Inundating plips of splooshitudinous Night – Photo by: Maxim Forster Pexels.com
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For my mother, who patiently took care of my Grandmother who had Alzheimer’s disease for 9 years. My Granny was a kind and gracious woman and never would have wanted to put my mother through difficulty. In a way, this is for both of them. I feel the things no longer fully known that once […]
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For my twin nieces who are 7 months old. What would it be like if they could talk right now, or tell their older brother (3) what they are thinking? here’s a rump and rumbly thing a happy lumby loy, a smiley mumming bleeps and boops and holding me like joy. – here’s another, flumph […]
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The sharks live in the ocean, y’all, Antoni told me so. We cannot swim within the sea the sharks will surely know. – They lie beneath the whackish waves to splunder all our bones, to stab our legs with teeth like steel and drag us to their homes. – Who knows what goes on down […]
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He felt the call as clearly as the horn that echoed through the trees at Amon Hen; and quickly rose in answer lest the warn be lost and all destroyed without true men. But no one else had caught that solemn call, and when they tried to hear the notes of light that haunt from […]
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We reach a corner peeking (shy) around to see beyond. We catch collages: joys and pains, children sick and soccer games ambulances racing through the rain. And long line stands, financial strains, a mix of dull and great, and unplanned sames. We pull back shuddering, prefer to stay in now. But looking back just seems […]
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It patter taps on straw, soft and low and muffled like the bird. But when I try and tiptoe past the watchful trees still hear and see. – The sentinels gaze down. Wise and wake they solemn, rise and shake above my head their sprinkle spread: drips of crystal drops for free. – The woods […]
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Oh to see the sun as once it shone in splendor glorious, ancient as the age, the regal glint reflected from on high in clouds of white: a pure and perfect stage – Oh to hear the songs that once were sung: the trilling notes of brass and wood and string— the echoes soaring skyward […]
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He dabs and bows his head, a dapper chap who cheeps about each day to twit and feed. He flaunts, and hops and leaves without a map. – Some weeks it seems he left or took a nap. But soon as hope he pops around for seed, and dabs and bows his head: a dapper […]
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