Category Archives: Poetry

Waveline

The sound along the ground, Abreast of the sound, down Level with sea bubbles foaming, Down with sand crabs scuttling Is hissing, bubbling, Splishing And should you ever lay prone Below the hissing wave line And hear these sounds so … Continue reading

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A small depression

Out back there is a cool spot in the yard. On fall nights the air pools there leaving a Misty white sheet draped like Those American flags on the boys boxes Coming home from some far nation, Solemn, cold, dark … Continue reading

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Calling all cars

  Little puffs of the dandelion riding spring breezes, Maybe miles, maybe more, little spores finding new Pastures. Millenniums. Wars trodding over their minute buds, Fallen sons choking as they grasp bloodied swords, Then the droughts, then the floods, then … Continue reading

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Negatives

  I wrote the moon a letter To show my affection for Her past graces, like when She blushed that late September Evening as though we both knew A secret love had been born. Or when she winked through clouds … Continue reading

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Broken smokestacks

Washing up for dinner I thought of the old ruins, Rusted steel twisted over concrete grown over again With nettle,ivory thistle and honeysuckle green against Darker shadows lurking no matter the time I would pass. The little black dog limped … Continue reading

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Bees and art

Bees are wanderers, but only so far as flowers Which nourish their incessant whizzes, By reciting poems composed for bees In spring meter. Whether they understand intricacies of peony Lineation or just pretend to be Buzzing over sublimation of impulses … Continue reading

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Slipping

Aires hung there dimly as we smoked, The dark night luminescent with fireflies And jasmine perfuming fat summer air. The Ram I said, the Ram as though I knew All about it, that low, homely group Of far away stars, … Continue reading

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