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Carl or Kyle |
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A poetic exercise in leisure. August 16, 2010. His fear lives in a corner. The best fear on the block! He orders its food on the Internet. It eats raw bull. It never sits. It opens and closes its little gray hands. It opens and closes its mouth. Little girl, I know things that would blow your mind. Now that his apartment burns his fear hides under the bull-stained floorboards. He is outside and doesn’t hide. His eyes are as bright as a giant’s eyes. Laquo; Found Wanting. On August 17, 2010. Http:/ shalli...
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My Backyard | undercaws
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After a Day of Packing. Riddle Poem →. April 12, 2015. Where the garden bench. A wild tangle of roses. Day 12, and I’m running out of poetic steam. This picture is from last summer. I’ll miss my Montana roses, but the bench is coming along for the ride. One thought on “ My Backyard. Http:/ vivinfrance.wordpress.com. April 13, 2015 at 12:23 am. That is lovely, but I know what you mean about missing the old garden. I hope your poetic steam renews itself – and mine! Share your thoughts Cancel reply. Strange...
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Life Under A Carolina Moon | I'm mostly groping in the dark… | Page 2
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A Dozen Things About Me. Life Under A Carolina Moon. I'm mostly groping in the dark…. January 10, 2016 by lifeunderacarolinamoon. Who’s that old lady? Looking back at me? I’m not sure what’s going on. But there’s no way that lady’s me! Remove yourself oh wicked one. Your sight has set me grieving. Could I have truly grown this old? Seeing is NOT believing! Posted in Poetry (if you call it that). January 1, 2016 by lifeunderacarolinamoon. Posted in This and That. It’s The Real Thing…. As a child, I was co...
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After a Day of Packing | undercaws
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My Backyard →. After a Day of Packing. April 11, 2015. Packing our belongings,. Going through our stuff,. You think we’d overcome the need. To never have enough. I won’t say we’re hoarders. But as boxes pile high,. We’re both inclined to take a torch. And bid our stuff goodbye. 2 thoughts on “ After a Day of Packing. April 13, 2015 at 3:08 am. I like it very much. I am kind of partial to poems that have rhyme and rhythm. Http:/ vivinfrance.wordpress.com. April 11, 2015 at 11:51 pm. Enter your comment here.
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fire | undercaws
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July 12, 2015. Built upon the wreckage of myself. I am a madwoman. Bleeding secrets like a mouthless doll. Words are blind howls. Mouthed beneath a werewolf moon. Surrender to the tingling burn of scorpion stings. I am a madwoman. Incessantly spinning spells like a branded witch. Ear to the ball. Words are werewolf howls. Left beneath an empty moon. Built upon the wreckage of myself. I am a madwoman. Visit The Sunday Whirl. The Soul’s Arsonist. June 22, 2013. Prevaricating bushes lie low,. The cave you f...
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Wreckage | undercaws
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July 12, 2015. Built upon the wreckage of myself. I am a madwoman. Bleeding secrets like a mouthless doll. Words are blind howls. Mouthed beneath a werewolf moon. Surrender to the tingling burn of scorpion stings. I am a madwoman. Incessantly spinning spells like a branded witch. Ear to the ball. Words are werewolf howls. Left beneath an empty moon. Built upon the wreckage of myself. I am a madwoman. Visit The Sunday Whirl. 12 thoughts on “ Wreckage. July 13, 2015 at 11:57 am. July 13, 2015 at 11:38 am.
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Begin, end, begin again (a High Desert Singleton post) – Who but You?
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Welcoming perspectives from singletons, singles — and our supporters. High Desert Singleton Posts. Introduction to the project. Welcome to Who but You? High Desert Singleton Posts. Begin, end, begin again (a High Desert Singleton post). Posted by Kim (Who but You? April 7, 2016. I am high above a brisk northern California beach. Why am I not walking safely atop this wall? The wind is obviously pushing me in all sorts of directions. A friend is turning to look at me. Is he concerned? The Story About Ping,.
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Beyond the Bozone: February 2011
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Splinter trickery from guile. Expose flesh shells under sieging petticoats. Precise incisions slice through sorcery. And scrutiny bares deceitful souls. Redemption rests in mindfulness. Breathe and be true. Illuminate the ruse of guile. Rise to the day’s remains,. Splinter trickery from self,. For other takes on the prompt. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I'm just a human being trying to make it in a world that is very rapidly losing its understanding of being human.". E-mail me at: birdbren@live.com. Advan ...
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Beyond the Bozone: The Photographer's Girlfriend
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Photograph by Scott Wyden. She sighs, surrounding each. Of his fingers with her own-. A spandex clad savior. Mission complete, flying for fun. She spreads shock and awe. Amongst dwellers behind reflected clouds. Rising toward that crack of sky,. She leaves him behind, camera in hand,. Surfing around this morning, I found. Well done 55 piece. excellent short narrative poem. Has elements of both mystery and seduction. Sunday, 29 May, 2011. Sunday, 29 May, 2011. Sunday, 29 May, 2011. Sunday, 29 May, 2011.
