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  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Tilt the world (the yellow lichen world) and find that every branch is stained and waiting for a sideways-sun and count the gold (the falling plated gold) and find that all the leaves are much like hands who work or stars who set and all the falling leaves are everywhere are not like...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    I'm painting night with sunglass-suns and even though I ran away I've noticed that my blood is red. At dusk in neon light my blood is pounding red and all the corners shadows raindrops know I shouldn't stay (I come from earth) and even though I ran away I come from ear...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    I have plucked the fruits of moon time, still - (as diamonds from a child's tiara) a puzzle to suit your hands or choices, your square details in a tireless, thousand-time STUCK. And so, the sky is empty - of nectarines and of care (of your square details) Which I have decided to...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    The sea is happy this spring morning Brightly colored fishing boats Trace across its blue vastness … Silver bubbles, sleek throats – Whiskered noses point skywards. Be it flower buds or music notes, The sea is happy this spring morning....
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Our night time is one of loud insects, Calling in earnest To loved-ones, abandoned in this garden's universe. I watch as stars dance pictures in the black, And street lamps cast orange Shadows through my window. An alley cat glances past - The Water Bears are back. Slipping through whi...
  • Poetry > Haiku
    Many little leaves Arranged like growing pebbles On a tender bough...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Dust from a far-away attic Clings to me. Snail-lapped mists carry me up And up, to pleasant, honeyed sunshine. Short grass, bare feet, dew. I walk this path of my dreams: Drink this dark, sweet water. Now I am falling... Down into Autumn-inched roots, Down into neon-lit Medieval times....

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