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Category Archives: New Free Verse
apocalypse poem #11–signs of the times
there are hints– things to watch for listed in scripture war & whispers of it, temples to build you can read them in old & new testaments but I say decipher the earth & cast sticks like runes listen to … Continue reading
stones & helmets
sure, stone breaks into smaller stones but it doesn’t change really– unless you count no longer holding together as a kind of growing it takes patience to wait for the right soft to weather edges that never will fuse to … Continue reading
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Originally posted on words on life and other strange experiences:
stones beside my window sill i feel the winters chill – crawling out of lumpy shadows – vikings i have found on doorsteps howling to their swords desire bloody…
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apocalypse poem #10–umarked
when I was in fifth grade at the Baptist school our teacher passed out what looked like newspapers describing people simply vanishing in the middle of work cooking dinner shoe shopping & for a moment I felt certainly damned having … Continue reading
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Tagged Apocalypse, Baptist, Fifth grade, manipulation, rapture, smugness, what we do to our kids in the
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I dreamed your voice
I dreamed your voice, waking with always that leap forward this heart takes when it hears you if want can span this stretch, lift spirit free from strings & fly I know, precisely where mine would go unheeding & careless … Continue reading
I am (2)
I am the voice of rain on a tin roof bringing dreams I am both flight & chase– the running doe & the arrow shot & singing through morning the missed chance. the flash in the stream. catch me if … Continue reading
Originally posted on Reflections:
nothing can ever hush a voice, not force nor noise nothing can neither philistine jaws nor grubby grouchy claws not even green clammy creepy envy nor raucous hollering of the loud mouthed can choke the delicate…
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