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Monthly Archives: June 2016
It was a coyote in its last throws ravenously searching then at last it was a calf spread across the road in equal allotments of both time and dirty deeds strings of manure lines of gravel pointless really then it … Continue reading
celles larmes si claires si tranquilles echappent les joues les etoiles un ciel eclatant arriveront aux genoux I might be using “celles” improperly. Those damn French demonstrative pronouns. They have a million of them for a million moods! … Continue reading
Il me fait sourire Les fleurs se presentent La tristesse vole comme la peste Et alors Les fleurs n’y sont plus
She walks inside me wall to wall Affixed like a Tapestry pinned unequally equally hinged at either manifestation of spiritual sense Small bones wrinkle my flesh unevenly laid causing my love to shrivel to ruby gems causing my hatred to … Continue reading
A twisted bear snarls petrified in the Valley Stream Madly rubbing their legs The bush bugs static sounds Fill the Air. A bubbling stream could care less And smiles on. Alas, the wilderness is inside.
The Mystery of Birds shall always remain Their chatter Their color The light changing color Revealed a glossy blue plum inside a steel gray jacket The Towhee The Red-tail The unknown cry In the Bush? After the Goldfinch hovered near … Continue reading