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Time is the writer’s friend. Strange to hear, I’m sure, but it’s true. Deadlines and date may be the staple of the craft, but for all the stress time heaps about our heads, it remains our greatest treasure. Day after day, we practice our craft, we hone it, as one would any other skill. We [...]

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Stooped celebration Thread by thread Stringing out the walkers Life of leather— Toiling at the standing grace Of other souls.   Breaths ride the strands, Divinity locked in rasping labor; Noon passes stained glass With a smile— the hands know but the one song, they cannot sing it with regret. * My latest work for [...]

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This week’s Quotes of the Week are ones that appealed to the poet in me: the first made that poet sing, and the second made the poet grin for the sad truth of it. I know I’m not seeing any money in the future of it, but then, I knew that going in. If you’re [...]

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  It is a rush—world— Nothing holds not still above the Colored creations of memory. Years in the making the foundations Sound and solid arise yet Time bleeds into the framework, The tumble of tumultuous tints tingeing like Rainbows bursts of blown out washers – We don’t forget, but the lines they Blush against the [...]

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Causing pain is the nature of the note— the pianist sits, prepared for murder   in operatic trespasses he hears the Valkyrie ride, her spear the thrust of baritone blast   piercing stars, like silver tears rain   It rolls down to earth,   a Resurrection, a stirring in the madness, this flurry writhe: a [...]

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I dub thee Goddess Moon, Patron of the painter’s boon Mistress of the writer’s swoon – The world could circumnavigate This trait, you call thy state But they would only desecrate— – That holy word, this blurred In bitter flight, bird I am certain they should call absurd – But here you are, a smile [...]

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“Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation’s tears in shoulder blades.” ~Boris Pasternak “Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.” ~Carl Sandburg

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This cavalry ride, This noble stride, Stretch wide upon the earth— Trembling thunder underfoot Amidst the shadows lightening fall. Death rides before the tip, Death roars beneath the arrow scorn And in the quailing devastation Moves the seeds of their creation. Bodies bloom like spattered roses But from the agony of annihilation Stirs the flowers–flourish, [...]

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He walked among these shadows in brightest day unseen– such smiles do well enough to put pursuers off. Look like them, they don’t know you if your skin does not differ in its shade. Each day, a mask identity is wearing it’s getting old and getting fast but every day is one more challenge for [...]

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An eight-legged freefall Broken by the craftsman’s weave, Inch by inch, crawls home.

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