JOURNEYS, PART 17, THE BRIGHT RED ROSE

Rough round that rose bordered hem we ran, regardless of where her skirts did scurry, no fretting to the fraying of her fringes, never noticing how nimble had turned to not-so nifty above that border of red roses, oh so pretty… We carried you, like a child, that day, winter now withered as the bark […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 15; BLIND BELIEF

  We smoke liquid laughs, embrace clouds of midday butterflies that come in celestial clutters, listen to smiles kiss the skies that dazzle this vast ocean. We are self starved and cracked like overcooked caramel but we draw our delusions from dreams, we are nothing if not imagination waiting to dip our wings into the […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 14, AT THE RISING SUN

  Sandy shades of dust speckle the ground and gallant tones of green dot the landscape from which the scent of olives ooze, before mixing with the aromas of musk, distant Morocco and the comical smell of burning tires. At dusk, I was driven by a blind taxi driver, judging by his driving, along a […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 13, CONFESSIONS OF THE STARS

This poem was originally a part of my Joni Mitchell series from two years ago but it felt appropriate to be a part of this series of Journeys… I have been courted by counts and clowns, too costly to count, too considered to be questioned, too comical to consider courtly while in cities crowded with […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 12; THE ALMOSTS

— Trust time to remember the dream where the river was a rhapsody we attempted to outrun, never knowing how much the melody would meander. We were minor steps trying to make our motions major, swept up in golden grains of thoughts that slipped through our minds like the waves along the shore. — Trust […]

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