Words

hewn and hallowed

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full moon poetryjagged and rawbleeding from the woundsof an ancestral saw back and forth as it goesthrough the passage of timewith these hands, grandfatherthat cannot...

Be Patient, Flower Girl

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Be patient, flower girl. Take time to grow, Teach the importance of knowing. Taking a look at perspective It is always changing. Leave dried seed heads and grasses Pruned back...

Face The Dirt

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I’m observing the frighteningdangerously changing era of anothertrembling foundation,the rapidly turning event unravel... it seems the...

Thanksgiving

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Thanks for stoplights, to notice pink waves of dawn, reflected from sandstone foothills, that drift across my windshield Thanks for hold buttons, for forced moments to focus...

Cold Night

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I see him, maybe a 100 yds off, drunkenly moving from car to car checking to see if anyone left a door unlocked. Nope....

Stories from the Marsh Land

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Woven stories from the marsh land.A baptism of fire erupts in your eyes.A first day built of sweat and smoke and bomb craters.Where did...

Tell me again

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I am the tinker-toy derelict in the corn;you are the plucky jalopy in the public pool.I mean to say, meet me in the delicatessen;leave...

baker’s daughter

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before the sun is fully crested over the barns, I pull the yellowy creams from the chest and let them soften into mornings first familiar yawn. Peeling...

This Winter Day

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What are WE to one another? If not reminders of our     Continuous connection to Earth     And to the Love inherent in Her Creation. Where...

Waiting for Spring

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Crows and snow a tethered world monochromatic static, white noise of sight like floaters, skittery images through flakes the size of quarters, and feathered balls of birds sitting it out on sugared...

open book (start on page one, or anywhere?)

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some days — if by days you mean libraries (i’m my own library) —i file myself under fiction;some days, anthologies  during regular library business hoursi read myselfas a...

The Rocking Chair Song

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Be aware of the midnight knock, the one that sends you breathless out under moth veiled streetlights, no time to grab a toothbrush or...