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You can say we had a parting of ways. A kinder way to describe divorce these days. We were all washed up! But, nothing went clean. It was t... [read more] |
 Why do I long to cut? Why don't I want to play? to run? to sing? to dance? I have no desire for anything but to bleed. The calming red. Th... [read more] |
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Unmerciful scream like silence, Casting its shadowy taunts. Soundless blaming echo's In the mind they haunt. No escape from these voiceless... [read more] |
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The red rose glows in the moonlight. I long to touch it, to smell its entoxicating fragrance. The blossom seems so delicate. What if I touc... [read more] |
 Apples falling neath mother apple tree are not always destined apple trees to be. Save that the birds gathered the fruit and in places far... [read more] |
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NONSILENT GUITAR In a dream he said to me: "I have never known a 3 string guitar to be silent.." as he pointed to an apricot branch.. with 3... [read more] |
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1 Love in light glows to all...compassion in water flows to all... kindness in wind blows to all... the giving earth grows for all2 A... [read more] |
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Mother Earth grows petunias, and pita pockets and pipinghot potpies for puppies prepared.. and peachtrees and pink pears peas and pepp... [read more] |
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MOON RISING Glows bright moon ascendant with sunrays descendant She floats.. chainless pendant on night's throat resplendent (t... [read more] |
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The impatience.. and the chrysanthemums .. wait outside as the first frost impends.. silently pleading that we bring them into the warm [read more] |
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* CIDER SIPPER Sip the sunseep in the cider .. sup on the sap of the Big Dipper poured into silver moonlight slippers. WHY IS THE WAR... [read more] |
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A single positive thought.. a wellwishing sliver diverted the flow of a mighty river. A single silent green light empowered a line of aweso... [read more] |
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The icicle which pricked and froze you.. will soon melt and quench your thirst. The green hard and bitter fruit.. will ripen in... [read more] |
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Into the sun's paintpot tip dawn her broad paintbrush dips. Beams of light now everywhere drip as from bloom dewcups butte... [read more] |