Category: poetry

spinning

She spin dark brown clay, forming body and mind into soul She spin her child into bird and lion and…

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memories in a can

she was dying not from disease it was much more invasive than that there is no vaccine for pain no…

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under the baobab tree

she waited for herself at twilight under the baobab tree black skirt raised above knees red and gold painted bare…

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yesterday’s words

there is a forgotten life inside this aging skin fragmented memories of an ancient epoch ancestral reinventions laced in lost…

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unrehearsed

i will write for you i will live and die for you i will tell our story through song and…

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unfurl

i am unfurled unwrapped by life’s hardships, joys and mysteries. without understanding why, i have lived without a name.  …

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mortal words

i’ve decided that i don’t want to write, not with my hands anyway. i want to think words onto paper…

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i am the stream…

i am the stream… of consciousness. it is 2:38pm, monday, the In The Beginning day of the week august 14….

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save words

i will save words for you. bottled and pickled words for you. then feed you synonyms of me, so you…

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satchel of poems

I had a satchel filled with poems that I tossed into the sea. I wrote them on tiny circles and…

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ink spill

I spilled ink across the blank pages of my notebook. It was then that I decided to write stories with…

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the words spill

The words spill from my pen, blood red, no longer wanting to be ink, but to be life. The words…

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freedom

We all seek freedom in one way or another. But in the end, we live in an age where none…

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i hide

i hide inside myself, in the dark corners of memory, in the light of a thousand what-could-have-beens.

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the thinning web

The silken network of threads thin inside me; those webs that stick to everything that I am. They thin, inch…

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authentic

Strong, sturdy hips receive hungry thrusts. Authentic sex is not for the weak. Fainting hearts are not welcome here. Moans…

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gaia

Gaia I am in awe. Life. It sings to my soul. New Songs. Honor it now. Earth.

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the clouds in prayer

The clouds interlace fingers seeking prayer, an impassioned supplication to the un-gods.  They spread across skies gathering stories of un-time,…

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see

we are here to see the impossible sometimes through the night other times through the rain we must see inside…

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time leaves

one day, when time leaves snow will be warm and the sun green. the ancestors will return and birth, painless….

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