one take recipe
#napowrimo One swallow doesn’t make a meal One taste, a recipe’s mistake But one idea & the wake of genius
Read MoreAn eerie mourning
Dark a.m. My ears are shells & the fridge sounds Far off, a sea Waves to the unsure of my mind The emptiness of nothing My island dreams tumbling home…
Read MoreSpell for f for fear
A fear Spell 1 storm without 1 dark within A faint smell of the sea 2 eyes aglow 1 muffled quiet A creak of doors Make a hollow in the…
Read Moremy poetic love
He’s part man part poetry & leaves on mottled wings Made him a need of flying That he must be free to go To come to her as midnight dreams…
Read MorePretty faces
Bedazzled by the sunlit awe The flowery fragrance Of primrose and promises Bent from the sway Nodding heads forget me not What lurks in the garden Beneath the show Danger…
Read MoreJewels in the crown
They couldn’t burn a candle for a king Light a simple idea for a knight But sure as shit and shillings spent It’d be the copper that was bent Or…
Read Morewarm places
No time for tears quarter of a moon or fifteen past the morrow that sorrow hangs its weary head upon the many & the warm places pillows friendly shoulders promise…
Read Moreonly the body dies
We are not dead Who live in love We’re the raise of dust The light dance dapples Dewdrops in the memory #photography bushboy photos
Read MoreWho am I to say?
Asked for a short bio. Stopped & stumped (& short) Me, my life? Unmarried, childish, childless & boring Left on the shelf Plain blank pages But there’s my freedom Words…
Read Morecolor runs
black, red, blue of the lesser periwinkle; indigo to purple prison, lilac lavender and love caught running from the rainbow, in pummeled prints a violet pain.
Read MoreWe all fall down
As petals fall To bloody thorns, So paper life Unwritten, Crumpled. To be cast aside & burned. But beloved resurrection. Ink & ashes, Blooming words, Snow white from Cinderella. A…
Read MoreThe sound of Beaches
Those hands on me, Leave me blue. Fingerprints of fear, To mark me as yours. Your private property. But I am not a beach. I’m the ocean’s roar. A bad-ass…
Read MoreKing of Crows
The king of crows. Poe’s raven rambling. Night was as long as a darkened sky & birds flew east while south wind shouted; What cannot fly must return his feathers.…
Read MoreRiddle roll
I am moving Ball on the ground I am bread But not sandwich Dice yet uncut Around and over I am on it
Read MoreRiddle Fairy
What am I Fairy light and frolicsome I wish without my reason My play, pretend My wishes, wistful Some call me fancy That quaint in behavior (Answer – whimsy)
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