Monthly Archives: April 2016

Z

Can a zebra change his spots or ever be orange – run faster than a cheetah? Well, maybe. Maybe not. Why would a zebra want to? Would you change if you could – freckles, dimples, corkscrew hair – whatever makes … Continue reading

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Y

yes [aye] a-firm- a-tive. pos-i- tive. a- sser-tive. open air, wind- o[w], door, a mind. John climbed ladder to yes [Yoko] and changed the world.

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Xmarksthespot

I cannot forget, but signs everywhere exclaiming your name stir buried regrets. I cringe. Anger crawls through skin over skull. I feel how it feels trying to escape. Wish I could take back the perfunctory smile, “Thanks for coming,” of … Continue reading

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aspiration

Oh, what if? What iffing till the fat lady sings – what good does wishing bring? With such imagined things as silv’ry frog-ged wings, large asses wouldn’t ding at each every landing, and bawdy ribit-ting could conjure mighty kings. Take … Continue reading

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viewpoint

Sergio gazes most mornings at his fog embraced city while clouds as languid as he unveil countless offices in the sky. He lingers over coffee lost in its aroma. He likes how he can drift along that steam back to … Continue reading

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unfettered (to Hadley)

Change your clothes. Change your mind. Never change your fearless heart.

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haikulike

TRIVIA – All you need not know, yet discuss to perpetuity.

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surprise

There are clues, but then, one day – all of a sudden – you awaken on uproarious, clattering birdsinging. Overnight, wispy willowfronds waft under spiritstirring, cleansing, bracing breezes, which powerfully transform water and sunlight into an eyedazzle of diamonds popping. … Continue reading

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Remembering Ross

Sun on your pick-up’s dusty, cluttered dash is not as warm as your smile.

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little Queen

Rest in peace my little Queen, for all your days of suffering. Sleep in peace forever then, for all the times you went unseen. Now let your brave heart lie still. I keep you in mine (always will). Your pain … Continue reading

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