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I am in love with fushia sky
silver moon caressing emerald mantle
mist on earth’s skin long forgotten
over stone well’s lost divinity
and the mystery of her voice

Oh, I shall be eternally lost for it
like the comet dreaming of constellation
and no nearer being pinned to the sky
than a glint of sand
to the roof of heaven

Un-aged advice for living

For all the ways I could say life is this or that
having yet to live until the age of experience gives me title
I shall simply say what has guided me thus far: Live your life in truth, be who you are and do so with courage, ferocity, and joy. You will stumble, fall, doubt, weep, mistake, mumble and crawl
but you will be you with all the rights that accomplishment contains. Wiser women and men have regretted not living, doing, or being so let us honor their regret with none ourselves and where they fell short, let us honor them and succeed.

– no title yet –

She dreams of different times and clearer places

when feet danced free in wanderlust and hair less gray

fell back in unboxed color or price

when tears fell infrequent and life grew with

a dreamlike uncertainty

But choices and voices and volleys

of incandescent lights

lured her into a belief

her dream was flickering over

edge of aluminum and potted daisy.

The sun set.

The mosquitos and cicadas

sing in backyard bands

with fences

fences with fences

and rows of

gated glories long gone

she waits for night to pass

for moon and her nonsense

to sink once more

so she can pretend they

don’t exist.

My heart is heavy

My heart is heavy with salutations of regret, but knows not what has left it. It beats with the cunning courage intent on reaching its timely end miles from now yet when the moons gaze relented, and dreams knocked at my door, it quivered. My eyes filled with storms, my hand with broken earth, my breath with shuttered wind  and I knew – something had changed.


trace backwards;

begin at the end

move towards the middle

pick up sticks left

and move on to the



Begin again;

lead out with confidence

knowing the path familiarly leads

to the right and skip with

glad feet beyond it

purposefully pause on a rose

missing meanacing faces in alleyways

and when soft cheeks greet

kiss them without fear

walk past ivy

leagues of seas unconquered

with a tough feminine hand

so when the marches directionanally

head on

speak clearly without any



subterfuge or fear;

leave the rest of what was

as if it never happened.


Wake up.

move forward.