Monthly Archives: March 2015

Birthing

If I could be a cloud shifting shapes forever in the breeze the sky is calling me and I am falling up, the world converges on me far below…the sunset colors me bright salmon like a last hurrah in the … Continue reading

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The Turkish Carpet

In silence come back many things to me which I had long forgotten and things I never knew, I wonder whose hands made this carpet what their name was and what they looked like and how old they were, when … Continue reading

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Come back Muse

My muse has up and left with the morning breeze and I am left bereft of pretty words and metaphors and things that aim to please those who love to read my poetry and prose God only knows where they … Continue reading

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Someone Special

One night as you lie awake sleepless you come to realize slowly that we are all equally unimportant, we are grains of sand, a complaining, demanding insignificant lot of granules in an endless kitty litter box despite you mums and … Continue reading

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Back where I belong

I found my bed in a ditch by the roadside one day surrounded by lepers and beggars of every ilk, I had nothing to give them but music from my bamboo flute which I cannot play at all when I’m … Continue reading

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Stone Islands

If I had wings I would fly far away from here to one of those stone islands in the middle of the ocean that only sea birds frequent and there I would sit day after day lamenting all my sins … Continue reading

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Wildness

Slowly time slips past nickeled and dimed away in the grocery store, the gas station, the barber my ship crashed into this harbor never to leave, the silent sky bears witness to my sorrow, quietly in the arbor I plant … Continue reading

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Desperate for Love

If I may be so bold her thirst for love was so immense like that mighty African river of which I am told which ends by fanning out into the vast desert growing shallower and shallower and wider and wider … Continue reading

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