WHISPERED WORDS

  Last night you came calling like a song to soften the shadows and found me slipping in between the silence and the slumber. Last night you came calling softly with your whispering words that filled the longing, soft words that settled upon my bed like a blanket to sooth me. Last night, in the […]

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THE IRISES OF OUR EYES

  Crazed caught on canvas, caught in colour, thought tempered in sweeping strokes, we can be carried away in seas of grass, coral greens awash in the garden, catch the canvas before its fold finds favour in other fields the mind has yet to fathom, we can be crazy. Quick comes the crow upon the […]

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GOLDEN HAZE

  Slow comes the morning, eyes still dazzled by the delicate stars now off trailing dust across the universe as if plotting tracks to tempt us further than the stubborn stance of our single spotlights and I wonder how far you got as I sit here, in the silence of this slowly waking morning light […]

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FOR A WHILE, TO DREAM

  I of soft nights dream above a sea of harpsichords, where clouds are cooling caramel and the stars set alight with the scent of a pristine perfume deemed delectable. I of soft nights dream neath a curve of cloistered courtyards, drunk on desires dawn will deliver as dusk dressed Diana sets to slip my […]

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FALLING THROUGH SPACE

    Ghost clouds gather over an ice-cold ocean of marble we cannot break through. Maybe there is something deeper within its depths that we have missed.   All breath is naked. Movement has been muffed. The air rigid. Nothing left to cover up.   I blush under your absence or do I blush before […]

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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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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO. 6, NAPOWRIMO

  I remember the grass damp and dark (like your hold) below my back as I sat and envied the stars for their lightness. I remember the grass heavy and harsh¬† (like your hand) upon my back as I sat and envied the stars for their ability¬† to shine through all that darkness. All words […]

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