A FISH CAUGHT ON THE CURVE OF THE MOON

  Love is a red Russian rose on the run, a bouquet to brush the blues from their burdens. Hope is his hand on her head in the night, taking flight as that blue bird darkens. But her moon was in Pisces and she was said to be expunged by her sensitive soul but in […]

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TATTERED BROWN TROUSERS

  Father ate all the flowers in the back garden because he couldn’t swallow the promise of happiness that bloomed within the home he couldn’t find his root within. Father left all the flowers in the front garden, too proud for others to see him pulling from the soil everything he needed help with but […]

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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO.4, NAPOWRIMO

  I thought I would learn something more fortuitous  than just fear in those hollow halls I learned to hate, but books were not bats when boys became bullies.  Fragility can grow like strength but the wonder we weigh on the fragile flower  only overshadows  the tears that stem  beneath to petals. All words and […]

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SONG OF THE SEASON 

  Come behold nature; this beautiful blossom, breathe the berry, warm wind on the daffodil, Eden’s sweet sanctuary, bloom beneath a blanket of peace, a murmur through the mountain vine, prairie bright with ancient rain, thrive seed through sacred stone, He sees a song in every season, gentle garden, wild wind, listen, live, love.   […]

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