Tag: poetry

Flakes of Oil

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(From my novel Within the Bosom) Oil in flakes, dripping; clattering against the floor, making little rattling sounds like the toenails of mice on hardwood or dried leaves bouncing off a glass pane in the wind. Joy as salt, stinging; tumbling into old wounds, burning away afterthoughts like a matchstick just doused on bare skin or Read More …

Pink Clouds

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The early morning clouds of pink awoke me — So softly and so gently shook my arm. The dew that settled on my nose refreshed me. It’s richness to awake without alarm. I took a gentle step toward the tree there; Of course I first popped the sleep from my joints. And now I can Read More …

The mute page

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Herewith, the mute page the silent ink, the dumb pixels, devious soundless shapes, making so much noise. Yes, loud! The boom of mountains exploding, reverberations that bring pain to your ears, cause your shoulders to shudder, your teeth to shatter and crack! Then what? The plunge to a cottony hush? A whisper, faint perhaps but solid Read More …

Encounter

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I never hear them howl. In the movies, their mournful yodel fills the night. In the suburbs, we know them only when our bichons go missing from the back yard. Her I see on a gray mid-morning while out for a walk with Rose, a real dog, 35 pounds of meat packed tight as a sausage in Read More …

Sad limerick

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Her best friends turned her tune meant for fun To a dirge with two twists on one tongue. Finding what they were after, She choked on their laughter And coughed up her voice ever on.

Stairway to Heaven

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By Led Zeppelinn There’s a lady who’s sure All that glitters is gold And she’s buying a stairway to heaven When she gets there she knows If the stores are all closed With a word she can get what she came for Ooh ooh ooh ooh and she’s buying a stairway to heaven There’s a sign Read More …