Snapshot Poem
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snapshot poem 19 august 02013
Ashes fall from a hot, clear sky. Bear Mountain burns, and we taste it. The only smell is forest- on-fire. Another neighborhood is evacuated. Police, hazmat, and federal agents search for explosives. These stories are unrelated. This is a small town. Strangers nod when they pass on the street. Cars stop for pedestrians.… Continue reading
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I don’t want to talk about it.
Art Journal Caravan w/Tangie Baxter: Itinerary #07 {Historical Marker: Today I really DO NOT want to talk about…} I don’t want to talk about it. The phone does not ring. Mail is piled up on the table.I don’t open it. I don’t want to talk about it. I pass through my days, oblivious, caught between that… Continue reading
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i want to tell you
i want to tell you how the snow looked this morning, so thin the warm colors of the paving stones shown through I want to tell you how squirrels play mating games in the cottonwoodsby twos, by threes with no concern for gender i want to tell you how the sun moves over the… Continue reading
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my bed is a boat (snapshot poem)
sometimes i imagine my bed is a boat swaying slightly drifting – dreams filling the sails pushing me farther and farther away from safe harbour into the wide open arms of the sea [Click the image to see credits & larger sizes at flickr.] Continue reading
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Soliloquy (snapshot poem)
What is this life? A string of beads. The string is broken, beads scattered on the floor. Why do you linger? Famished, wanting more. He loves you. In your dreams it all replays. You get a second chance. The dance goes on, couples hold and sway to music only you can hear. You think too much. You work… Continue reading
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