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Rubixs, The Turtle
Photo by laura parenti on Pexels.com A feather pillow screamswhile the stuffed artificial blend holds your necklike the crook of a lover’s armwithout pinched nervesor hot sweat I went for a walk today to get rid of the morningSweatA sour mountain I frequentto catch breathThrough the hilly bits of a well-marked trailinside the grass, among broad treeson the crooked bend to the lakeI found a…
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Vintage Tides, The Movie
Photo by Book Hut on Pexels.com I hummed a melody into the windmy eyes frosted, beyond the quiet nightits vast translucent indigo graycovered A lark flew to sit on my perchshook off the droplets of his flightand stilledthe night heldin his regal posturebeak closedresting, reflecting together.he will sing at dawn.every dawn.herewith methe fading stars watch his crescent chestmove to my moon I…
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16 Indoor Plants to Two Wild Pots
Photo by Emilio Su00e1nchez Hernu00e1ndez on Pexels.com I kept hot chili powder out for the squirrelswho ate my sunflower seedsa quiet muttering before I rubber-banded the top of jade green potsto stay immoveable.I knifed in air holes of tv dinner traysIt felt like a fort. And it poured heavygiant jackfruits dropping down onto my Adélie deckpelts of furyAnd the sun scorched the Saran wrap in…
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Geranium Green
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In Mar-i-gold notes
Photo by Lalit Bali on Pexels.com Never mind starting them indoorsmid-May is around the corner I accept you. They say you’ll bloom into sunset cloudsMolten orange redsvelvet dress dancing on flower skinon p e t a l svalley of valleys hearty thoughts My lashes fluttered closeddew drops escapedAnd I found myself there once morefloating on/our hands claspedas we watch the sky move into a deep…
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when
Photo by duhews dfbas on Pexels.com The bud g r e wunconscious of meI shivered deeperas it may beseething.soaking in how I stuffed it downinside a cold dark chestlockeddecadeswith only glimpsesof nourishmenthow many times have I abandoned you?me.That day you threw meinto the brick wallthe wind flew through my bodyas I ricocheted into the mudslow-motionI laughedand my lungs rerouted you back out…
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Traces
Photo by Keijiro Takahashi on Pexels.com I sharea breath with your skinfrost on wide windowpanesour warmed airas the rain pours from heavy cloudsdeep into the ancient red wellecho esof hollow son surface rock s I’d soft strip your under-jaw with my caninesa familiar muskcoats my tongue I’d pour into you with blind eyes Wild lies
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One day at Salamander Creek
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com The rustle of leavesmelded with my roaming eyesAs tall oaks shade the beaming sunfrom my shoulder bladesIt was a warm morningSleep still coated my gazeRose colored, refracting lightsilencedthe kinetic buzzing Able bodied. As we fell into steplong stride to shortHe held my handSlow, down the winding roadpassing camperstents splattered with dew dropsto smile wide…
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Shortchanged 10mg of Prozac
Photo by Anna Belousova on Pexels.com Ice cube tray in powder blueI lay my palms flat on topBeholdingthe frozenI breathe in and out to readymyselfLifting it up over my heads m a s h i n gonto granite counter topsThree rapid hits-DumA beautiful rendition of Beethoven’s 5thReleasing ice shardsmelting in my veinsI pick up an ice cubeand anotherEmptied.dump them in the pot of sizzling coffeethey…
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Corazones en Paso
Photo by Joaquin Carfagna on Pexels.com The bullet train rantoward the bright sunMy eyes rove overthe landscapeblurringmuted greens into chalksandstonepeaking to flat low valleysValencia- Te Naranja solMy gaze dropsto my tapping fingersending on“Simplemente Madrid”someone whispers itbehindsilent as a field mouseThe train eases into the stationpausingpeppered salt hair“Usted es”“Te…
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Miss Maple's Hot Pocket
Photo by Ron Lach on Pexels.com I walked around biting my incisors todayThe supermarket was too brightI didn’t want cheese for dinnerOr anything to do with dairyI picked up a sack of cashewsa packet of garlictwo large tomatoesan artful jug of pinot grigio-holding it secure at the neckone third downto roam fluorescent aislesI’ll make vodka sauce with wineSoaked nuts will make it…
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Fawns of Violet Blue
Photo by Marek Piwnicki on Pexels.com She whipped the peeled bamboo cores on the wire fence Hard The sand blew upshrouding her facestormingAn inhale sputtered into heavy coughWatermark trails streaka shade lighterDusty eyelashes crustedballing in corners- grain shrapnel The sound of cow bells approachesshe watches the road slowly become black and white On exhale she stumbles forward as they…
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Omega
There’s a space here for you Inside the beat of my life Whenever the day hushes into dusk Patiently waiting for starlight to shimmer And the moon, as passages of cycles murmurs soft and low Holding our heaviness
My eyes will roam each constellation Chest held in warm ache Searching ad infinitum Until grief’s fingers pluck wildflowers Scattering into wind Each bloom a soft dynamite of impossibility
Copper Moon Reflections
It was humid out tonight hot breeze breathing down my neck like the first minutes in a sauna, sweat not yet beading Zen like, waiting faithfully for the drop, permission to melt -- Into a puddle I needed movement to get the welling lump out of my throat Clear my mind A light stroll around the neighborhood, perfect fit Well, better than holding that secret indoors Surrounded by walls Suffocating Frantically shaking in a strait jacket Might as well consider another brand
I hadn’t noticed before, the sky seemed different tonight, already deep into 7 pm mixed media weapon -- backdrop in vaporwave, Blended blue, lilac sky with a pink moon Moody pastel dreams on a 90s clean color way Minimal highway abstract expressions conjuring Rothko -- A friend once said, ‘Anyone can do this...’ ‘Well ma’am did you though?’ People... and places
Twitchy, glitchy techno color California retro -- Two words that bind depths of impossibility to me Nuance in shades of grey
Not exactly beautiful, simply hanging low and full Luminal Moon – almost copper My eyes linger, comforting in its ominous way
I've made a promise to send off the old, And bring in the new
Inexplicably exhausted from bracing against luna waves
Thunder Mink, Earlobe Kiss
A cabin made of windows -- Exposed, you and I, our ears tuned to the music of downpour Peaceful, almost.
Thighs pressing along the outside, a line, gaps at the knee and hip, warm. Holding hands, safe, my eyes roam to the glowing fireplace delicious mood, flames flickering, licking heavy wood. Achy warm, the lines in our palms come alive, Spreading o u t.
I want --
Naked.
Pelts against skin, distract me from sky pelt-ing the roof with long silver needles skylight submerged in weeping ocean, breaking for air as waves retreat flashes of light fill our eyes, reflections form shadows Thunder rumbles, growing louder and l o u d e r Until we can barely hear our breath.
Our chest mimic the booming echo chamber
I unravel to pieces
As blood rushes through, pounding to be let out I turn toward you, placing my arms around your neck, gazing into your eyes --
exposing,
melting,
I bring my lips to yours wanting home
Little Bones
June I held the promise gingerly -- A blue jay with a broken wing Heartbeat humming, hopeful I forget, If the sun was bright and unbearable that day -- or was it drizzling in that soft grey way Murmuring of forgotten things Musings in retro- specht, poking holes in living bark I looked out at you, breath caught -- Blue mound sleeping fitfully, shallow, chest heating rapid thumps – still I refused To let go
Autumn came before i knew it, leaves turning golden, brown And he slept, little eyelids flickering Dreaming --
Quietly, I left him on the fallen tree by the moss, consolation, and walked away. Not by choice.
It rained today, swelling like a monsoon through my body, Heaving. And I found myself wandering… Reaching Bits of moss clinging to crumbling tree trunk Little bones -- I hope it didn’t hurt, that soft-landing, that severing.
wispy breath.
Gold Dusted Star Bones
Supernova explodes our night sky shimmering breathed stardust
curves sway in midnight gown silky against swollen moon elysian liquid tapestry
dew drops kiss quilted buds blooming into Arabian Night -- oh dahlia, secrets beckon
ear pressed to soft earth inky strands pooling on flushed blood lips
humming, where dahlias dream.