Long Skims Poems

The Bedouins, bequeathed with the sacred beauty of paradise harsh,
trusted guardians of jealous gorges and gifted groves
lead me from the Wadi Musa to the humble ingress of Petra,
saying with thrill, the Jin of your Jihad...

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Sometimes he’s next to me. Close enough that the air feels different, like something charged is sitting between us. My stomach does that thing, tightens, flutters, not because I like him, not like that. It’s...

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Shane walks in, hurries to the back of the bar. He finds the door opened to an alley littered with the garbage of the restaurant beside it, the one whose neon sign has two lights...

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Flatness 
	
	
	Consider the possibility of becoming 
	a two-dimensional surface
	with no thickness whatsoever. 
	No, face-down on the floor won’t get it; 
	at best your nose will be in the way. 
	You’ve got to get lower, closer,...

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Dare I This, To Such Marvelous Dreams Dream

A baby, once in a small wooden crib,
Humanity's seed, vestige of Adam's rib
I watch as he nurses then falls to sleep
The afternoon sun, beaming golden deep
Quiet spreads, contented...

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Afternoons the sky shuts down around the swamp's warning tapes
propped up with restoration piping and dirt leak fencing.
We’re fleeing toward the wild, seeking the names and shapes, 
the same way the Cedar Waxwing flit and...

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“Milk of Roses” 

Milk of Roses
was her scent 
and great bouquets 
of baby's breath
moving messages 
that blew across hearts
underneath the bones and skin of breast
baby's breath that bristled like clouds
moved by hidden white doves 
who...

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IGNORE IT IF IT RINGS

It's strange but so many people say the same fuc*ing thing
they say “take back that necklace, that bracelet and diamond ring”
those same people hand out the very same advice
they say “that...

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Mountain Sleep 

Mountain sleeps once upon a lake
Yellow bird skims the surface of liquid blue
Draws in an insect on the slender beak
A subtle noise discerned as it gathers up the bug
Disturbances below are heard, a...

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Looking down I can see
	so many different possibilities
wondering which I shall pick
	and with it then what I shall see

smooth pink stone with pits of white
	will it fit in my fingers just right
that I might flick...

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Would you care to flirt with something volitile?
I know a fire that burns - hot and melting
In vivid undulating ripples of heat
That will steal the youth from your skin
And dry the tears hidden in your...

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Somewhere between Easter Island and 
Santiago skims an ocean skiff loaded with
slumped islanders bound within the teetering
cargo hold. In the distance can be seen the
eyes of seven monolithic faces defending
islanders from the fury of volcanoes.

One...

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Flour on her hands, and centuries on her elbow
Fingers balance a 'hand-me-down' dish, 
Roosting deftly on finger-tips, high in mid-air
Lovingly she spins it, magician's hands twirling
Trimming the edges with flourish and flair

A bit like Da...

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Persephone’s Finger
By Sy Roth


It wormed its way to the surface.
Pointy finger tested the air, 
Wriggled in a sensuous Fatima dance 
Etch-a-Sketching the crepuscular sky above,
Shaming the heavens for what lies below,
Marking its inky darkness
While the...

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Steal me away


Wind beneath my feet, blowing though my hair, whispering a song in my ear. Smells of sweet nothing everywhere, fresh breath of clean air

As waters crash upon the rocks on the shore
The waves...

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The Angel of Death skims blacker than tar
A skeletal knock overturning a bowl of oats
Smelling of frankincense and ashes
To carry you to a yellow field of wheat 
Where you will dance with radiant light
Haloed and...

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There is a miracle that happens every morning in the mountains…a little after five.
as the evening heads to bed and the morning comes alive.

As the stars, the moon and the dark of night begin to...

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It's all there remains
     of their faces and names
     in the sanguinous pull of the Ocean.
     And ever abides the slow, ugly tides
...

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I have to say I've been here before
My life has changed but not these shores

Of this salty ocean sea I still drink

I thought I'd escaped it so long ago
When I caressed the ball which skims...

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Floating through life
Like a feather she flies
Wings carry her away from certain demise
Fluttering through skies so blue
The flock chirps their cue

Bad weather is coming
Thunder drumming
Rain pitter patters on the roof,
feathers ruffle
A ball of floof
Chicks in...

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As she undoes the latch and pushes open the door
The blue-jays breath catches, he wants to say something but can’t.
Before she turns to smile, she re-latches it behind her.
The Blue-Jay reaches out to her silently,...

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Boy at the lake's shore
         skims flat stones on its surface
                ...

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The old man sighs:
Thoughts winging by,
Dry tears yet ply,
An unseen cry.


Too much of change:
So out of range,
All seems so strange,
Touch now deranged.


In a sad look:
Watch fatigue nook,
Words in old book,
Bear empty hook.


Here but not here:
In...

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A lake is slumbering beneath a halcyon sky,
This land has no daybreak nor blackness vie.
Angst crusts float on their substrate surface,
Able and pallid, it defends an idyllic space.

Gray granite emerges from the dreary edge,
A half-light...

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Conejo Conejito Tango (Bunny Rabbit Tango)

The mesmerizing twilight dims
across a lake a warm breeze skims
Buck, the handsome rabbit drinks,
he has no doe; his love life stinks.
He stares at his reflection, sighs
when suddenly, his long ears...

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