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Continue reading →: >Shell Game
> which cloud bears underneath the golden super ball I crick my neck and prick my consciousness burning eyelids descend this long down filled covered sky it would be a good day for the gods to get in a pillow fight flinging wisps of fog to earth so they…
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Continue reading →: >You and Me
> Over time we have formed a more perfect union. Our names at the bottom of a license a quarter of years ago. Under time I have walked to gather your shadow, white as the snow, the passion trailing, and grace on grace. And time after time I saw us…
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Continue reading →: >Mortar and Mortals
> What were we thinkingwhen we gathered the stonesfrom our freshly plowed hearts? Our high ideals fooled us into manipulating mortar.Fluid emotions filled in to block and brace the hard places of our past. Oh, what a wall we built.We filled in each other with tears and laughterand significant pauses. We…
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Continue reading →: >Graffiti of my Heart
> I have to put down my pen and pick up my heart and etch your name like graffiti. I’ll get the paint and shake it and mark the symbols of our gang on it like family. You are my turf and rumbles are things I would show up…
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Continue reading →: >And Oil Keeps Floating By.
> Let the chains lay heavy on shoulders of bronze as the oil floats by. Keep an eye on a key and it’s hole of freedom light. See the sphinx winking on and prowling in the night? And oil keeps floating by. A pharaoh is turning in his tomb trying…
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Continue reading →: >Limping Eagle
> It was either custodial or cathedral. I entered in with my spirit bound. It was freedom that echoed off the clapboard. It was splinters that entered my meniscus. I cried as exit wounds revealed an inner light. For moments I laid there in the neutral zone. The Great Spirit…
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Continue reading →: >Have Fun
>Don’t eat the yellow snow.Old Yeller’s gotta go. Don’t lick the flag ple.What a double dog dare role. Skate away from thin ice.The pond is not so nice. Please don’t sauser down the hill.That grove of trees will be no thrill. Now go outside and play.“Have fun” I always say.
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Continue reading →: >Springing From a White Out Dream
> White out has covered the sleds left out, the junk pile behind the fence, the fire pit, the holes dug by the dog, the I.E.D.’s (insensitive excrement drops) by said dog. the trampoline, the picnic table, the dormant garden. Does this mean I can declare a do-over? When it…
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Continue reading →: >Fifth Position
> I’ll dance lightly on tepid glass with you melted fifth position. Your arms long, smooth, as gilded wings I’ll slight embrace your poise sun. A phoenix ray of squint ballet you warmed the cold solstice that hung briefly upon the air. A mid- winter’s preface. A ballad form for…
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Continue reading →: >Chosen
> Like a gum wrapper or a pop can tossed out of the window, so some children are broadcast like unwanted seeds along the roadside. They take root where ever they can burrow in to be counted among the unnoticed weeds. They find ways to push toward the light to…
Gerald the Writer 