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a kiss is a treasure
a kiss is a treasure and so x marks the spot and magic lives in every breath even those days when i forget and so i mark the spot with a kiss to remind myself when i need it most.
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light always finds its way in …
a hundred thousand thoughts that i push into the light a candle flame waiting to ignite a soul. a hundred thousand words that i push into the furthest reaches a blank page waiting for my soul to...
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finding beauty
I have always said, beauty is in the imperfections, a crooked tooth on a lopsided grin a chipped nail on a soft hand a nervous habit and a chewed paperclip mangled into a lovingly cast object of...
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bloated fish
(polaroid spectra/expired polaroid image softtone film) we walk around whole and fragmented, images fuzzy and soft in a mirror that reflects back nothing and everything and our voices rise in...
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waiting for the blueberries
sitting, legs splayed, the spongy muskeg holding me close chubby little fingers dipping into his ice cream bucket fistfuls of blueberries finding their way into my belly picked carefully by large...
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petal by petal
the stages of blooming the unfolding of time petal by petal i find my rhythm and for a whispered moment i am whole, open, jubilantly joyous vulnerable before pieces of me fall drifting drooping...
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back alley wanderer
i am a back alley wanderer looking for the realism behind carefully manicured lawns weeded within an inch of life forgetting that life lives in the mislabeled notion of what it is to be a weed. i...
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summer sway
the summer sway is a sashay of hot heat, blue sky gulp of orange crush condensation drips from hips that languish sliding down the hot pavement of a short skirt squinting through sparkled sky trees...
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winter
and the flakes continue to drop star sparkled and stark like the bones beneath fragile faded skin dagger reminders of the smoothed skin child that grows into the soft fragile vein and of the ones...
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the grandfathers
April 1st is the birthday of my Poppa, my Grumpy, my Grandpa. So today felt like a good day to finally get around to posting this. I wrote it almost 2 years ago and when I came here to blog, today, I...
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the shape of clouds
I live in an environment where the shape of clouds are always a varied affair of elegant evening skirts billowed across a dance of blue sky and black angry tuxedos swelling in a crescendo. The soft...
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