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sometime words don't come out right

I got my words mixed up today now my baby’s gone away what did I say   I guess I spoke too soon I should have played it cool now I’m the fool   She walked out of my door I may not see her anymore I am on the floor   I need you back someday I’ll do whateve...

Mentally prospecting, Needing that perfect word. Meaningful, like frisson, Not discordant; like impact’s not a verb. My mind fog thins, achievement? Still incorporeal, maybe transient; seemingly onomatopoeia. Write it down! It dissolved, cloaked in mist,...

Anonymous

I'd been sent by my editor to interview a local poet on the occasion of his ninetieth birthday. The poet was a well-known face around town, but was now in a retirement home. "Be sensitive," my editor had said, "if he’s not all there." It turned out that t...

Do stories ever write themselves?Sometimes it seems so.They spill forth from our fingertips with no effortYet I’ve stared for hours at my paper, and no print rises upNor does my pen dip itself and begin to form the lettersThe blank white computer window i...

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Stop talkingEnoughYour words areToo much I hate themAs thoughThey lived lives ofTheir own Your creations  DestroyThey siphon  Off joy Now soldiers  With gunsOnce were boysWith peach fuzz Dandelion shyAdoringWide-eyed SomewhereThey learnedAnd this,  How th...

Draw a circle round meLet me look awayProtect me with EnchantmentProstrating what you say Invoking now the barrierA cloak of crystal steelCascading all around meWith no infirmity Your words approach, empoweredBut weaken when they meetMy shield of pure Enc...

You Are More Than Words

A thought for a friend

You are more than words. Words do not define who you are or who you want to be. The words you choose are a part of you, not your entirety.Someone once told you, you could write.So you did.You still can.Please do.Nobody can prevent you penning your thought...

Jabberwok

It's not over . . . yet . . .

Vipers slither from your lipsTwisted into clever quipsFueled by petty vengeful ireHow is it that you haven’t tired? Every chance to take a swipeThere you are with caustic bitesBriefly do your serpents restRetract their fangs, curl in their nest But never...