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Spoils of the evening

When I’m not in the right place I take a step look into the heart of a stone cloud moonbeam memory and get drunk with the shades of night’s wish to light the world…            

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Vanlifer of the heart

The heart has a puzzling shape The moment you thought it broke Becomes twofold. The moment in a relinquishing evening You thought it whole It breaks Until the morning When the shape is restored And your feelings pour like early

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Encaptured

Her skin is like fire her breath, distant desire Flowers meet for their annual feast any time you kiss her meatiness white… Her hair comes from the stars a supernova dust it shines and coils and transports all of you

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Every day a little dream

I long for a dream, within a dream that clears the sight of you. I am asleep and asleep I feel nothing But the craddle of your arms like orange snakes thrashing fears around… Black and white tale Shall that

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The man with the crimson heart

I know someone who kisses the way a flower opens, but more rapidly. – Mary Oliver I know someone who breathes as soft as stories find nests into lives. I know someone who touches the sunset light in the sycamores.

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Writing

Writing is quieting the burns from people’s thoughts and deeds And dissolving all knowledge that this will ever happen…   Art by Andrea Kowch.

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Iron Fairies

Iron fairies Never stoop to worry At clever inventions Of thoughts Coming from up North to hasten the revival of aloft shimmer-like words that shape and betray the troth between spiders and gossamers to yarn the magic of the moon

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Blooming Chart

My blooming chart says Love is not Love that could not resist the flowers to seed, bloom, bask in the moon, wither in the wind and wait patiently in the ground more agains than springs…     Art By Michael

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Pirate Love

Pirating love is hunting the fields in early May dreams for fireflies and roses alike to keep them barred in jars and bottles with light until your heart inflames to the touch and burns from drinking shades of the evening

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My name is Green

These are the Unicorn Days Carved in gold and diamonds from the mountains, Molded in solid water from the fairies’ well Sang in choruses by daffodils leaning on the feathered wings of night eastern winds, Claimed by a broken chunk

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