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Slender Leaves

A contemplation of the beauty of nature at dawn.

a sweet scent of the willow near slender-leaved Cattails surround the silent pond of the golden dawn– Mourning Doves nostalgically “coo” in the whispering breeze of nature's wishing well.

Play for me your unwritten melody Be authentic as you tickle the ivory Reveal yourself with each note unabashedly Entrance me with your musical honesty Play for me haphazardly Free yourself from the confines of conventionality Sing your reality off-key Hy...

I cried for the world today Turned on the TV news Didn't know what to say I cried for the world today Saw them kick and punch him They thought it was okay I cried for the world today More people were shot dead Only gets worse to my dismay I cried for the...

There lives a dog who is six pounds and quite accustomed to many names, but none serve her more suitably than Pepé le Pew! Pepé le Pew has ears misproportioned to the size of her tiny head; did I mention one ear flops? No, no I believe I did not. She chas...

Breathe in peace, that’s what they say, to reduce anxiety, better yet, take a holiday. Imagine a white sandy beach, oh, I've done that before. Closing my eyes, all I see is a door. Daring myself to open it, greeted by Munch’s Scream. Why is stress like a...

Fingernails diving deep, into the flannel green. Picking up the puzzle piece, the one we’ve never seen. Feeling the rough edges, cardboard corrugated. The colors and shapes match, much anticipated. Adjoining touch, press. Angles instantly click. The image...

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I Asked Them Not To Touch Me

“There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.” ~ Laurell K. Hamilton

My midwife first came to me and I asked for her, not to touch me. For I had recently been examined on admission and I was progressing as would be expected, for someone whose rhythms had been disrupted by the discomfort of driving to the hospital, and the...

Sometimes before the red tide My body is no longer mine When I stare down At those two fat burlap sacks 

Curves like melted candle wax Dried on the floor, a shapeless mass

 I wonder if I’m just paying rent
 Not recognizing my naked form

 Now a tarp str...

Journey On

Our journey will continue to the end

The sun has risen over both our waysSo many times apart, now we are one.No longer may we squander nights and days,You're my true love when all is said and done. Our twilight is not near, not coming soon,We'll laugh and cry, not let it come too fast,Our pa...

Covid has been with us now for over a year But facemasks unfortunately we still have to wear Boris says restrictions will soon come to an end And time with our friends we'll be able to spend But sensible and safe we need folks still need to be Or the end...

You said my name, it felt so intimateas if you spread some jam upon my lipsand then you licked it off. The loving wayyou said my name had felt as if you'd kissedmy center of deep sensuality.As if the simple act of naming mehad been seductive, lustful, and...