#MicropoetryMonday – July 24 – 30, 2017

Micropoems:





Crash landed
in the old neighborhood;
the deserted city
where echoes
of violence
and pain
still rattle every
crumbling brick


****


Who knew
that unfeeling
was so sobering?

Heavy eyelids,
itching, burning face

It’s always tragic,
the pathway
to easing pain


****


Overwhelming toxicity
in this forgotten, dry corner

The sky scrambles,
pouring refreshment
for our shriveled carcasses


****


beautiful spines
on all sides

fingertips graze new adventures,
new worlds

to touch the imagination of another
is the deepest form of love


****


Maybe I
gave too much
to hands
not even held out to me

Maybe I
just had a lot to learn
about what real love
could truly be


****


We were planets apart

Love at light speed
led us through

Cosmic discovery,
a peaceful corner of your world
with a galaxy view


****


Swaying oaks in a line
and I transport
back in time
to school days

The cantor has started early this AM

I remember all the Latin I know


****


Healing in the haunting note
Incense smoke
Crisis of faith
Stagnant

How long do I hang
(How long did He hang)
onto a rapidly fraying thread?


****


I can tell by your gasp
that you’re rewriting
history as we speak
to fit your own view
because it’s better
than admitting
to the awful truth


****


Under a crescent moon
dropping paper mache petals

Temporary was better,
more easily destroyed

Shaken, a kaleidoscope,
reset, and let it go


****


A small fire starts
when the whole energy of a room
shifts

I am a crimson target

I cower

My tongue turns to chalk

I crumble


****


Bad dreams
churning in my stomach

Waking up
to thick hatred air again

Simply existing
isn’t quelling this storm anymore

but I’m so tired


****


Dip
of the timid toe

Submersion,
the art of drowning

Unafraid,
floating

Walking on water,
breathing


****


Sun
You can take your rays back
Your wretched heat smiling down
I know you mean no harm
Me neither
We just cannot coexist
I hope that’s cool


****


Amazing
Eyes wide
Appalling
Headlines

Opinionated
Illuminated
Ears hear
Distortion

Truth
Knowledge
Mouths argue
Infinitely


****


Integration failed

A voice silent for too long
dared to speak up, and was shunned

Aloneness
would have to pave
the pathway


****






You sent snapshots from the shore
I smell salty air from the deck
& recall the ritual of shaking off
sand dollar fragments


****


Sky warnings,
crimson & calm

Before storms, we settle
into each other’s sides

We watch liquid ruby sunsets,
our blood roiling


****


He would absentmindedly
throw out a caveat

One would follow,
another would retreat

Balance, a task unattained
Order untrained


****


It’s starless out

Only mists of melancholy
for company

on this barren black onyx night
but your light
still finds its way to me


****


The ground purrs
vibration
connectedness
I had to sift through years of darkness
to see
to hear
I feel the uprising
the mighty roar
stirring


****


A challenging aura
of another,

A dark reflection of self
to narrow down
your greatest regret,

A chance to move forward
& forget


****


I’m not alone at nightfall

Stars
have their own
secret singing

I hear it all around

I wave to the half moon
shining on me,
smiling down


****


Watching it all simmer
& boil over
There is a cone around me,
protecting me from the wrath
of stoked tempers
& discord


****


Patience will bring me home,
for I’ve tried everything else

I’ve begged the stars to guide me,
the wind to help me sail away


****


You drop down
a light thread,
you crescent, you half empty,
half full, promise of a rising sun

You are clarity,
a wisp of treetop


****


We are ash on charcoal sky
Violet flames engulf us
Our spirits intertwine
We arrive on Earth in pieces
Fractions left behind


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Haiku:


Love potion letdown
The brokenhearted return
for a blend to mend


****


Hummingbird heart flies
free on to Heaven after
cutting useless cords


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VSS (Very Short Story):


The tigers moved stealthily. Raw, emotional, and true. They helped us remember our true colors. Our stripes.


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#MicropoetryMonday – July 17 – 23, 2017

Micropoems:


Ahh, Kentucky!

I had a long distance
summer romance
when I was young
with a boy from KY

Our love rolled
just like the hills


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Under watchful eye,
sleeping soundly,
under guiding light
Dreaming in sun splashes,
feeling comfort of phosphenes,
gentle bright
****


vibrance can be loud
piercing
eyes of neon
a blinding kind of song
from a throat
from the air
take cover
i’m covered
i’m scared
****


Man on the moon,
deep in guilt
Lunar love–
I gave fully
I swelled with pride
I beamed–
You met me half way
half moon,
untrusting
****


Aurora Borealis in your night sky
and I’m waiting for the sun to set on my loneliness
Soon, the eclipse will come
and we’ll meet in the air
****


even next to you,
me leaning into
your tiny bird frame
you’re fading,
and we’re still bridging the shores
between us
****

I’ll take your sprinkling of rain
It’ll do to refresh me for a moment
I’ll ponder reflections
in those glass teardrops
****


My eyes skim
the surface
of you floating on your back,
glittering mermaid
standing out;
an emerald
on the jeweled lake
****


This old poet
ran wild once,
singing of suffering & death
I was entranced by brilliant verbiage
dripping from his wagging tongue
****


Severing shadows
They followed too close,
Consumed me

I’m banishing them
They can stay behind me
Because love is here and now


****





Circus music played

and you danced around

your paints—a menagerie
of color and splendor,
companionship of sound
****


blood dotted
‘blanc bras’
you taught me that
it meant white arm
you said etchings
I said self harm
droplets of fire
cries for help
****


Seeds in small hands
leaving legacies
Gifts to grow, plants of hope
so future generations
can dance again
in green fields
****


We’ll meet,
clasping wings
after the journey
Together, we’ll fly
and we’ll part
once the clouds do
It’s what must be done
****


A too late discovery
We cry over lost chances
but faithfully
strain our eyes
to see the traces
of magic left behind
****


A past life,
revisited
There’s brightness in an old soul,
somewhere
Layers under layers,
inquisitive
****


I’m calling the water
to come down
The stillness answers
with a sky full of clouds
I dance for the raindrops
to fall to the ground
****


Onyx raven
speaks esoterically
to the children who listen
to the symphony of the night
where omniscient eyes
move beyond worlds
****


Sirens

a warning call
a lulling lullaby

the eye of the beholder
the ears of the spelled
the danger of falling in too deep


****


Hours of exquisite words
Imprinted images on stinging eyes
Poetry becomes an obsession
An attainable source of pain & bliss


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Haiku:




the seagulls catch the
tail end of the nor’easter
take their precious flight
****


His quicksand tactics,
leveling the playing field
by sinking down deep


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VSS (Very Short Stories):


“Imagine”
They finally arrived in places
beyond what they could imagine.
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WIP (Works in Progress): Sneak Peek Lines


She said I was so selfish with my secrets
I said I gotta hang on to something


****


It was so humid mom said Mother Nature had a sweat lodge ceremony.
It explained why we were all in a constant state of purging.


****


“This place is odd. Everyone running around looking for themselves in other people.”
“If you think that’s strange, wait until they find it.”


****



#MicropoetryMonday – July 10 – 16, 2017

Micropoems:





Larkspur sky, the one you like best
You’d never cut those flowers
You said you liked how they looked
on late nights, deep indigo


****


I saw shimmering sand
in my eyes before the blackout

I saw a purple halo around the sun
& felt peaceful

I saw with my heart


****


Circles,
smoke rings

Friends held firefly lights
in fumbling fingers

They’d go eventually,
simmering to a silent haze


****


Pile of rubble,
of rock,
of cysts

Constant threat
of kidney stones,
of slivers

Faithful organs
of thorns,
of barbed wire defenses


****


Your tattoos
foreign to me
exotic patterns
art on flesh

You were canvas
for projecting
daydreams
fragile fantasy
an ink affair


****


the ticking metronome
became a hammering knock

the pressure of the room,
of the viewers,
of the performers

cold sweat & fear


****


Amplified voices,
still no one hears

They’re listening
to what their own

inner dialogue interprets
as what’s harmful

& what’s no big deal


****


Sinking ship
gave in to rock bottom
in the grey turned crimson morning
Salt tear sailor serenade
The captain kneels
in prayerful desperation


****


Blessings at best.
Curses at worst.
Embracing unusual gifts, the better choice.
Running from one’s self proved impossible.


****


He only saw himself-
perfect flash-
in all my broken pieces

Our mirrored love
through a windshield
on a low visibility pass


****


They can take it all from me, but never
the power to imagine and create

They’re wind in my fire,
inspiring in their evil ways


****


Deep pools of gnosis
in the seer’s eyes

Waves of a jeweled hand,
a flutter of owl’s wings

Possibilities painted
in crystal wisps


****


The subtle caress
of the desert wind
and the silken touch
of a floating feather
are comforts from Creator
on a lonely night


****


Too late
to reverse
past mistakes
so we sit back, strap in,
and enjoy the entropy


****


In faith, they held on
to her threads of strength

Rapid eyelids speak stories
of a squeeze from a lifeless hand


****


Telling stories about what’s
waiting in the woods
Horror beyond nightmare
waiting in the woods
He hears all
waiting in the woods


****


Illumination
in quietude

A pure voice
hidden in your dark

A soul key stirring
an awakening

A spiritual fire
catching a spark


****


I was fixated on the point
I wanted to keep

The stretch of time
I wanted unchanged

I wanted to carry it with me
& spread it on my present


****




just breathe in
the sniffle of jasmine
crisp air post snowfall
burnt embers in smoldering fires
sent on the wind from home


****

Dangling in dreams
from your edges

Landing in a haven
halfway between here &

On the moor at midnight,
dancing with your ghost


****


Never a time again
for us around the table
Or taking refuge under
covered awning
You were my shelter too
My protection from pain


****


seeds of yesterday
grief garden

sun forever pierces the grey
blinds me

vines of remembrance
bind me

you’re the sky
behind me


****


Dreams of mirrors
leading to darkness
pulling me asunder
desperately swallowing
gasps of unclean air
filling shallow lungs


****


life is all a dance
& I can’t lead anymore

you carry me through
these broken river rhythms

keep me floating
on water & air


****


Attempts to edit
my shadow
from these pages

I put whole paragraphs
to rest & still the oak casts
me in darkness

I feel at home


****


The idea of mermaid fins
didn’t appeal to me

I would not be bound,
but instead become water

Flowing, free, & fearless


****


She pushes buttons
down to the deep roots
She does it well
Stirring calm ponds
Throwing boys back like fishes
out of idle boredom


****


Take leave, quiet creator,
off to serve a nagging voice
urging a forced ending
to this crude dramatic play


****


So much can happen
over one cigarette

We followed signals
around the corner

Sparks lit & I
laughed myself into a headache


****


By blue light,
an orb glow, it appeared mystical
She sat recalling dreams
while he watched
long enough
to believe in the presence of auras


****


The music changed
and the enchantress danced,
her strings pulled
by forces unseen,
by wraiths unclean

We spun, nearly drowning
in a trance


****


The player,
careless with a vinyl heart
skipping in love’s presence,
leaves scratches,
deep and worn


****


eyes from a faded daguerreotype
follow us across the foyer

her gaze speaks
of that which makes the sixth sense stir


****





Haiku:




So much going on

the intro of what’s to come
is forever long


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VSS (Very Short Story):


The movie Jaws bore in her a fear of humans with weapons & determination, rather than a fear of sharks. She swam accordingly.


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WIP (Work in Progress): Sneak peek!


If you were here you’d teach me how to conjure a summer storm.


****



#MicropoetryMonday – July 3 – 9, 2017

Micropoems:

For me
the fireworks
are the last time
I had a coherent conversation
with my grandmother    She said
they weren’t any good


****


I was raised by strong women
shot through the heart
by repeated injustices
who still held true
with nothing touching the ground


****


On the cusp of complete disconnection,
I dust off runes before the voices of the ancients
get lost in all the new world fray


****


My dream is to wake up in a world where me and my people aren’t referred to as past tense while we’re sitting in a room breathing.


****


We’re dream people
listening for the whispers
behind the sound,
seeing the reflection of wind
in a curious eye,
feeling the visions in fire


****


The autumn leaf
at the turning point
before decomposition

Fights to stay vibrant
dances to stay beautiful
crushed under foot


****


Through the window
I see the length of the street
I imagine routines
in neighbors’ houses
& wonder how they
find strength to sleep


****


Nighttime downtown
with its electric taste

Bloodstreams glow
with stimulants

Synthetic strings & bass beats
fuel dimming hearts


****


My thoughts
with their own form
of feathered freedom
turning murky lately
All the bird chatter
I’m scattered
Waiting to take off


****


First ceremony, a revision,
revitalizing marrow in my bones

I was blessed to hear my very soul singing
in a language all its own


****


Twig snap
among the thistles
You’ve arrived,
our nestled place
where we hide
from hateful eyes
Fair moonlight!
Don’t give us away


****


Please,
shake me awake
before swirling specters
plunge me into pleading shadows
mercilessly begging to awaken
with me from dream


****


A kinda clairvoyant teacher
told me I’d be living
in two different worlds
my entire life

She laughs from the other side now
because she was so right


****


This morning
there is concern in the air

Baby pigeons cry
for their worried mother

Messengers
telling me I have reasons
to feel this way


****


A quickening
you’re hyper aware of
at the worst times

Life,
moving way too fast
while you scurry about to safety

                                           –Pulse


****


This edge is thinning

I’ve teetered,
walked fine lines,

skated thin ice
for too long,
and I’m ready to take that free fall


****


Leaning heavily
on independent thought,
life was lonely

A rebel of the hive mind,
the scale of relatability,
nonexistent


****





She hated
silk on skin
So synonymous
with his smooth lines, lies
Left behind,
lingering trace of incense,
smell of burnt regret


****


Did the plunderers sleep well
under stars stolen selfishly?
Their ground, their hatred
Wide eyes forever washing their filthy hands


****


An electric angel
with a day-glo palette

Neon artist
in the dark

Heaven is
the slate room

Blessed
by your spatterings


****


A few steps behind,
I cool in the shadow
of their flowing skirts

These sainted girls,
anointed in juniper breeze,
I follow with blind grace


****


Crawling along
fragile threads of forgiveness,
the turtle lost its shell
Too vulnerable without a home
At the mercy of patience


****


The painting
catches my eye,
ensnaring me
in beautiful colors of soul

The artist
captures my heart,
completing me,
making me whole


****


His face

Coiled smile
with the charm of a snake

Turning every table
Slithering in every secret space
Rattling the whole place


****


The stories of the ruby glow
in the basement kept me up

Thoughts of angels
sitting on the edge of my bed
kept me watching


****


“Is the desert lethargic?”

Is thirst not apparent
in my inflection?

  My croaking tone
  My day time yawning

My self loathing
& dry humor


****


The road to dreamland is paved in birdsong.


****


Bury silver streaks
like a hidden treasure

Wisdom with time
shines underneath

layers of cascading
chestnut waves


****


After dinner, in the summer,
indulging in whimsy outside
Uncle & I
dodging dragonflies
under an orange creamsicle dream sky


****


I walked about
on concrete fantasy

Reality was a shadow best ignored

Until I fell, scraping trembling knees
on the trusted floor


****


They missed the wasted wishes
outlining the sky

They were busy watching fireworks
burst in each other’s eyes


****


Jam sessions

My brother
would wait for
the nod of approval
or my dad’s 2-steppin’ toe tap

I imagine anyway
I was a hidden ghost
in his mind


****


Attacks
of loneliness
of frustration
of confinement
of anxiety
of flashes of memory
of depression

Counterattacks
of laughter
of love
of love


****





My medicine wheel,
my visual guide,
when I see
I connect,
look past,
step out into the sunlight,
breathe wonder,
walk the Red Road


****


Kids in bed
“You have so many”
Smokes in hand,
busy day, she hasn’t had any
My mother says so much
with cigarettes and silence


****


When I visit
I can see you
braiding sweet grass

I can smell cedar
and think of your spirit house
from all these years away


****


The world may be upside down,
but there is still the medicine

There is still the healing,
and the resilience of the people,
and our ways


****
The grill smell takes me back

My family gathers
for food & funerals

These three things
will always be
my foundation


****


In distress
Castaway
I drift
through hazy days

Blending
into backgrounds
Floating
on beauty and blaze

Of fires long
blown out
and away


****


Blood has its own climate
Struggling to maintain
a heart stranded in an environment
that seems to want to kill it
It flows for lost seasons


****
Reaching out
is the most difficult thing for me

I’d rather hide behind
“No, really, I’m fine”


****


Have no fear, we all have secrets

Who will carry the burden
of the barren when shackled arms
can’t hold up brittle frames
anymore?


****


Surprise knocking

You’re always leaving
the essence of your beauty behind

Open door
Shy hi

I drown in eyes of ocean blue


****


Muttering wisdom,
layered complaints

Our berry kissed
shaking fingertips
picked

Stuffing hungry mouths,
robbing the pie filling


****


You add so much to my
lavish description of my
mediocre existence & my
most humble insistence
is that you stick around


****


Sticking to the bubble
because when I dipped a toe outside
it shook with fear
Dangerous waters
Everyone who’s somewhere else is someone else


****


Under a translucent spell she remained opaque. Too many secrets were at stake. 


****


all I love
relevant to me
out of fashion
out of date

all I hold dear
becoming obsolete
out of modern times
out of the old days


****


Some nature
shows us how mortal we are

This is temporary,
this tangible body

The soul, eternal
24 hour life cycle

Seize the day


****


Chaos
is the seizure
or the moment before
when something’s
not quite right
and I’m pulled
to light

Serenity
is waking up alive


****


Skilled in the magical art of disappearing,
he bred us to be escape artists

Forever seeking a way out
and away from ourselves


****


We were open
Bleeding in desperation
practically
for experiences
Now we live with eyes closed
to not see our youth
burn & fade away

****





My favorite traveler
says he misses my earth tones

So I lay upon rust colored stones
& we bake in the vengeful sun


****


I was a moth,
not as beautiful as she,
a monarch, a butterfly
Attracted to her vague flame,
her way of telling me without saying a word


****


The blues musicians,
who sing their sorrows
while the crowds
swing their hips

The guitars sing too,
of the best ways to escape


****


We melt
in dire heat

Wind carries the wildfires
We smell distant smoke

Pray, sing, dance, breathe
for blessed rain


****


The unknown,
an obsession
The unexplained is so alluring
We plunge down rabbit holes, willingly
We trust in the search,
the escape


****


The gloaming brings
a deafening buzz of cicada symphony
Now is good
to put on the midnight coffee roast
With so much time
to think on ghosts


****


I’ll keep my face of stone
while you pelt me with a barbed militia
of outdated insults,
my teeth gritted in a firm hold on truth

****


Haiku:

****


plain truth palette hides
lies in coal shades, shadow play
artful deception 


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VSS (Very Short Stories):


“Tradition”

Recipes of tradition. The kitchen
smells of savory childhood happiness.


****


She was my shimmering light brightening each lackluster moment and in this period of darkness I miss her.


****


It’s the time of day where the light is fading and I can feel my soul rejoice.


****


King Crab, we called him. Long car rides brought out his snappy side & the shade of his angered face was Michigan apple red.


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WIP (Works in Progress):


–“There is no escape from that draining bastard known as my identity.”


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–“I’m here. Harboring horror stories.”


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Issue 5 of Door is A Jar now live! New published poem!


Hello everyone! Happy Friday! My poem “Sponge” is included in Issue 5 of Door is A Jar which you can purchase through Amazon for Kindle right now. The print issue is awaiting final Amazon approval so keep an eye out if you’re interested. Thanks so much for all of your support! This issue is really great! I’m excited to finish reading it later and honored to be accepted by the editors for publication.


#MicropoetryMonday – June 26 – July 2, 2017

It’s already July! I can’t believe it! For the rest of the summer I’ll be working on my reading list and writing whatever comes to me. I don’t have any specific projects in mind and since most days my illness leaves me pretty useless, I’m taking pressures off of myself. So, I’m just going to have fun, keep cool, and do what makes me feel the best every day. One month of the death heat down…who knows how many more to go…



Micropoetry:


No need to be alarmed

I’m just lamenting,
on the phone,

howling at the moon
about loneliness

No one’s on the other line

****

The beast in the bottle
was his reflection in glass.

****

She brings out
rare shades
with one glance

I compliment colorfully

A faint fuchsia splashes her cheeks
beneath a periwinkle sky

****

Mesmerizing
but mundane,
sidewalks all the same
I am a hometown hypnotist
shaken
by the perpetual presence
of so many ghosts

****

Dodging city lions
Kings of desert dollars

Pride in predatory eyes
Camaraderie, cat-callers

We protect our packs
like good daughters

****

So affixed
on what you want to see
you’re missing
what’s in front of you

There’s beauty to be found
already in the present scenery

****

Hungry for revitalizing morsels
The feast was a vicious assault

Crumbs can’t suffice, survive
in an acid well of the throat

In ruined guts

****

I ask my mother
endless questions
about our people
so my loved ones
aren’t just piles of bones
and stories
forgotten in the dust

****

A nightly thing, these conjured constellations, chanting crickets,
rattling moths’ wings

Nocturnal nature sings
of magic til dawn

****

You sensed hurricanes
from continents away
Sea salt in your lashes
glass aquarium eyes
Storms swirled inside
your very soul

****

A thousand nights away from you
A thousands nights to contemplate
the thousand fireflies
swarming your head like a platinum crown

****

I whispered to my speakers
Tearful gratitude
Music was the thing
Getting me through
I didn’t know the melody
Just saviors singing back to me
****
Unsent letter:
I caught you,
a fish out of the well stocked sea,
in lies constantly
So when you said
goodbye I didn’t believe
****
I stay away from great heights
The edges are always
too close
to how I feel
on solid ground,
down here,
where it’s still unsafe
****
Strolling, hand in hand,
with you, on lemonade pink sands.
****
I was not a slave to the music,
oh no
I gave myself willingly,
completely,
to its eternal rhythm and flow
****
Rain sounds remind me
of round table,
mother of pearl Megis shell
Round women
smooth inlaid beads with
quill pierced fingertips
****

She said
it was inspirational
just to be alive
Graceful guide
helping me find
my pneuma, fed
to sea monsters
who siphoned me dry
****
TV alerting me to emergencies
when nothing’s happening
so I’ll be on guard & ready
when it’s too late for me
to do anything anyway,
probably
****
Like storms, tests, seasons,
you near open windows
It’s all passing
Even at the peak of pain, destruction, grief
It’s passing
Always passing
****
When one door closes
(kick it down)
another opens
(find bearings)
A new adventure
(duck & cover)
begins if you take the step
(hide)
****
Silent and soaking,
in stasis,
so my ears can hear,
just behind the bustle,
a humming
of Earth answers,
without questions
****
A shadow kissed face
greets the morning
A scowl bedside roses
could change, if only
A loyal lover
would chance to stay
****
The girl was glitter
On rainy days,
a subdued shimmer,
smiling despite the pain,
giving life her all
with nothing to gain
****
You said you lived
to make my life
more meaningful
and I told you
not to worry
for you
are every meaning
of life for me
****
The curl
of your hair
your smile
your tongue
your hands
of our bodies
in the flames
of eternal love
****
Wars play out
between constellations
on my skin
The pain of the whole world
painted on me
I suffer invisibly
****
His ocean soul
His turbulent voice
A swell, increasing
I learned to swim for my life,
Tossed in his waves,
Abandoned to the night
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Every open doorway
from the corner of my eye
I see a shadow figure
quickly passing by
I know it’s you
coming through
to say a last goodbye
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My anger is inspired today. The box is too limiting. Time to let these crows out of the cage. Tonight, I’ll attack the page.
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Counting down
til moonlight
watching the magenta
fade to a memory
that repeats
every day
until the light
is doused completely
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Northern wildflower
uprooted
thrown to ash
scattered
transformed
to a desert rose
clinging to breezes
never letting go
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These are not for you,
the privileged and powerful
Not your vision quests,
illuminations or signs
These are prayer ties that bind
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I’m dizzy running around
all we avoid in conversations
“What’d ya need?”
I need
the love
you’re supposed
to give
because I’m your daughter
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We’re making good trade here
Your care for my devotion
Divide the love in half
So we’re always complete
Together
Crossing resplendent oceans
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This road we take
Burnt sienna
The Ford LTD we nicknamed The Boat
Hunter green
Home behind us
Winter grey
New beginning ahead
Blinding white
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I’ll dream in faded sky blue curtains
I’ll see you as a giant
as an owl with a halo
as a wise sage
with lips of Millionaire Red
I’ll see you
****
On Earth,
Mercury filled veins,
dreaming of Venus
When she was here,
distant as Jupiter
next to me
I left her behind like Pluto
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Immersed
in visions
Of fine details;
I don’t understand
why the women
were always missing
what they held
in their hands
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Words are never lost
due to your encouraged permanence
Thank you for planting
these seeds of inspiration
You will be missed
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Forecast says:
continuous
hot summer nights,
get used to it
I’m scared
of winter never coming,
so I savor
the freeze in my bones
****
Preachy neighbors
reaching me
from eons away   Through windows
loaded banter   tiptoe away
agree to dis      agree
what can I say?
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Carry me out of this wasteland
I want to be scattered among
familiar faces, umber forests
Like the last blizzard seen with young eyes
****
glistening
yard still wet from afternoon rain
nighttime
our time, our secret meetings
textures
making pictures in your roof tiles
****
His techne undefined
Paint in straws blown about
A dream I had–
Phantom forms on canvas
I turn away
Artists won’t let me forget
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Stolen thoughts
Sure, why not?
Add it to the list
Thieves celebrate,
dazzling displays
for their conquest
****
The geese honking 
at twilight this summer day
made my heart pang
Heading due north, true north
leaving me behind
they fly away
****
My cousin sang of eagles’ wings
at your funeral
You kept me safe on land
Now you fly in the sky
leaving behind a shadow of me
****
This clamor
for answers
The never ending
“why me?”
is all I see
But the unknown
is fine by me
I’m in love
with the Great Mystery
****
Extra trips to the corner store
The alleyway lined with dripping ivy
Flowers sweating
The hissing & hushing
of the auto shop
****
In the garden
where dreams take root
I plant intentions,
plead with the mountains
to bring the rain
to wash strangling thorns away
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Haiku:


Sharp eyed, steel tongued strength
to fight for love, to follow
the great hawk’s calling
****
Sniffling. Flower shop.
The cure for your homesickness
in the freshest scents.

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VSS (Very Short Stories):


Things were fine until I tripped
& my coat full of my own guts started spilling out.
I always struggle with keeping it together.
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Skipping across rain soaked petals, the fairy princess begins her quest for the kingdom.
The storm is an omen of dangers ahead.
****

She, the dandelion amongst sunflowers,
kissed the sun most passionately.
****
Summer BBQs measured in the number of hot dogs uncle ate, missed hoop shots, & years it took for our legs not to dangle from the swing.
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WIP (Works in Progress):


A fog follows me.
It can affect how the atmosphere responds to me feeling too much pressure.
It changes a place. I see threats everywhere.
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Dinners were a tense mess spent memorizing details of the centerpiece to avoid the possibility of truth revealed by accidental eye contact.
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“I don’t know how ‘farther along’ I have to go but I’m nowhere close to understanding why and I’ve decided I’m okay with that.”
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I don’t know what’s going on in here, but it feels like nothing good.
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You don’t believe me when I tell you
the crying girl on the page
is from TV
You say she’s pathetic
You say she’s me
* – excerpt from a longer poem


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Radio, my constant childhood companion.
Despite modern advertisement infiltration
& its tendencies to overplay, I couldn’t let it go.
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