A Greeting of Leaves
I walked out this morningto a rustle in the treetopslight wind from the northspiralling the…
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I have been writing poetry since the 2nd grade. Why stop now?
Angels On Her Fingertips
Angels on her fingertips,dancing lightlyas she weavesthe deep rumbleand soprano pipefor a waiting worldsmiling with…
Read MoreDelicious surrender
Delicious surrenderlike morphine – sweet and softnumb flowing in gentle riversto push away the pain…
Read MoreWhalesong
Mighty songbird of the searolling languid in the wavesone flipper highto serenadefamily deep below. How…
Read MoreLeaving Something Behind
We are travellerssome lightwith a backpacksome burdenedwith flashy luggagewas it from Winners?but at every stopalong…
Read MoreEven The Stones Cry
Intelligencea burden not carriedby many in the streetswith MAGA flagsand ill-hidden bigotryflashed like a badgeof…
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