Tag Archives: micropoetry


  We all have shadows, person-shaped thrown against our hearts sometimes, mine dance.    

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when the weather breaks

Spring is an egg, chipped and spilling rain (not the blue robin’s egg we know, but the gray marble sky reflected in the nests of house sparrows). Impatient, we pace, count steamed breath, wait for weather to break, for what stirs under … Continue reading

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The marcher stumbles

How do you travel from that tie-dyed tent city of 1986, pegged and jogged across a continent for peace to now, your pulse threaded green on a heart monitor reassuring us you did not fall not yet. The answer is the walk … Continue reading

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for that personal god

drawing visions from the well of my spirit you stir blood into singing

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sky skimming

between morning sun and setting moon one paraglider hangs suspended in all that blueness

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if he runs out of paper skin becomes canvas patterned with paint and ink doodling walking art, he calls it

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