Monthly Archives: April 2015

The Waterfall (Portrait #6)

The train is always heard, cutting through waterfalls and springs. Only by standing close to the noise of water can the sound be heard. How does this waterfall speak? Each splash that ricochets off a rock looks the same as … Continue reading

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The Collision Of Paragraphs

  The heated horizon Produces an allure. My eyes follow its linear line, moving with the melodic narrative– There are other voices—here Where hills make outlines. Harmony is horizontal– A dialogic freeway. It is the rain That stops streets And … Continue reading

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The Fern (Portrait #5)

This stream is the coldest my hands have ever touched. If there is a bottom to its shallowness, I can’t find it. The water seems so damned clear, too clear. I think I should be able to see, but I … Continue reading

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Laminate Is A Pervert

  Don’t snuggle with a rug Unless properly vacuumed And groomed Hardwoods are bit ornery but shine right up When waxed with love Hook Shag up with a van They’re meant for each other Indoor Outdoor likes it both ways … Continue reading

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Washcloths Are Scrubs

  A bath towel knows the raw and rude truth Which in most cases Is not a good thing A paper towel gets wet Easily. Then it’s all over In one or two short wipes A kitchen towel thinks they’re … Continue reading

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Hands

  These lines in my Hands, Some say they can read them. Stories like hills speak through them A Dirt Embeds itself in my palms Deep inside the lines, I have rinsed with the coldest Water Over my opened Hand … Continue reading

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Woolens Are Overprotective

  Argyles are in cahoots With high waters And can recite, from memory, Dialogue from Star Trek Nylons want to make Believe they are free and easy But run when the going gets tough Woolens are overprotective Leg warmers brag … Continue reading

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