Deep loam callshumid ‘neath the firsand soaring cedarscreating a dark canopy of motionagainst the leaden sky. Deep loam callssilent size 4 footfallsbetween the swaying fernsand hoary beards of
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Temporary Beauty
I plucked a rose oncefrom a gardenwithout permissionslicing it quicklyfrom the stemwith my jacknifeand carried it all dayin my pocketslipping it outfrom time to timeto smell the summer
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What The Heck is Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia?
Ahh phobias, wonderful things that stop you dead in your tracks without warning, like that spider hanging from the ceiling in the root cellar or a loud noise
Poetry
Lightkeeper
Dirty sock – hanginglifeless from the hamper rail,redolent of touch footballon the lawn,or perhaps the lazinessof an 11 year old boy,scrabbling in the emptyrecess of the second drawer.
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Ceraunophile
Feel the electric, ions charged,swooping down, bending trees,whole,it roars in my ears. I stand, feet planted,and wait for the tiger,to lick my face,in the dark. Hands touch, silent
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Psithurism
Who doesn’t love the gentle sound of wind in the trees or the rustling of leaves? I grew up on an Island, in what is known as a