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INDIAN INK

Indian Accent, form the whispers inside
Chanting from long ago
Echoes come and go
Losing time in a soft eternal glow

A beautiful and delicate autumn mountain scene
Dry...

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~Alice Sweet Alice~

        *Like Sisters*
   Everyday -- Holding Hands 
Sunday Dress -- Pink Ribbons
  ...

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As the glistening jewels 
         of snow cascade like 
ballerinas pirouetting 
     ...

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Today’s wind shifts too fast like a tangle
of invisible lint…perhaps dust, quivering
unto fissure of grass where my heart scrapes,
as if the air denies unanswered questions
so...

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a single setback
prelude to an avalanche
health, friendships, property, finances
lay buried in angst, waiting for a thaw

life gone awry
paranoia intrudes
beast with talons scrapes the bones
behind each...

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I saw a child on a play yard swing
And my soul soared with fervent joy.
As precious memories came flooding back
To when I was just a...

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Grandpa

a kind face
 
skin leathery and creased from years of working in the sun
 
long jowls like a basset hounds
 
sad droplet eyes
 
always a...

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you wear away at me with your silence
not with whetted words
or physical altercations
there are no recriminations
No...
it's much more corrosive than all of that
this is the...

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Wiggling Waves and Other Observations

Wiggling waves reaching like tall grass,
Summertime’s warning to wear shoes,
Little stubbed toes from bare flip flops,
Tears, scrapes, little ones’ blues.

Searing sidewalks...

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The Miller High Life bottle cap 
a perfect circle – like the fattened moon face
leering through broken windows — shards
glitter the floor like fallen constellations

your...

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ROSES ON THE MOON

Midnight tickles your turned-up toes,
dawn scrapes your knees
but your head is already in daylight
kissing the setting sun and not me.
The scent of...

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The blood and lapis daylight sets
in ether. How the mind resets
brutality of winter chill
with February's codicil;
what gossamer a dream begets.

I hear the crickets in the...

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Oh the images we freeze in time

the sweet, sweet scents that bring recall

the sharp and painful longing that belongings bring

for those lost or lingering on...

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Part 1: FORE SIBERIAN FATE

silk wings wet -
angel on the lake.
starlight glitter
separates from

the golden wheat.
her docile hair,
prophecy of ice.

winter pink,
pinched cheeks.
ice skate scrapes -
flecks of...

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In the hours of twilight
Where hazy clouds and earth mix
Before the noise of life fills the quiet,
I recall half-filled moments 
Upon fields of spite and...

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