Tag: Writer

I Have Known Your Lips

Ones that have touched me With a smile Soft and warm   Lips that have spoken Of concerns, Straight talk heard   The shape of a cry Salt river, running down To each end of your kiss   Sternness crumpled up In a wrinkle…

One Day Only

  I look through the window The store was, my shop Isles of numb Sprawling endlessness There are no eyes anymore We shop only for a deal Priced for less than it’s worth Bargain and sliced, a mantra One day only   Coupons shine…

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Loveseats Force The Issue

  Loveseats force the issue Davenport is not an exotic city They come from Couch! And if they try to tell you They’re from Barcalounger You know they’re full of it Just tell ‘em, You know someone from Recliner Benches are hard on your…

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 the one before. Each…

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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 plays with the oil…

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