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The Green Lady

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For three days and three nights they gathered on the roof stacking stones. On the day the saints marched in (trumpets wailing siren-song) The sky burst open. Inside the house she prayed to see a golden stairway spiral down from heaven. But the escalator would have to do. She hovered a quick...
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In this place of power and contradictions I walk uphill. The way is rocky, steep wind pushing from all directions. I am careful where I place my feet. Around me insects buzz in secret conversation not meant for human ears and like the child, unnoticed beneath her parent's table I struggle to...
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When primates dropped down from African canopies; traveled across savannas, strong arms swinging— knuckles leaving leathered prints in the dusted past— which one thought, Let me eat this funny looking thing, mushrooming out of dung? And after taking the trip, came back for more, convinced...
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If I had been the beast that caught you I would have caught you last. I would have been the animal that won the prize my hands tracing the seams of your exotic skin smoothing the scars on your hands cradled like an apple in mine. I would have eaten your fingers tasted the feast of what...
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As a child, he liked to climb into empty tires, press his face to concrete walls, staring up through narrow cracks. Speech was difficult, like breathing through a haze of words, tangled and tilted towards starry sky. As a man, immersed inside his body of work, he keeps flitting to far-off...
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The ghosts of this poem are unwritten, they hang out on front porches on warm Southern nights, float around every corner. Pop up in the middle of a sentence uttered by a stranger at a convenience store while you’re buying jerky. They ruin your favorite tv shows, pull on your ears while...
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You are Kelvin, holding to your absolutes. A windswept plateau too stubborn to yield, you stand in eroded glory revealed the implacable nature of your heart. And I, Fahrenheit’s child, cling to the familiar highs and lows, ride your thermal current flows and know, I’m but a beat, a breath away...
<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:DocumentProperties> <o:Version>12.00</o:Version> </o:DocumentProperties> </xml><![endif]--> I had wanted to be the wolf; elusive, wily and mysterious; with an edge of danger about me— howling at midnight moons. But I’ve come to accept my true nature...
A Limerick, inspired by SoNickSays' avatar: For a snack, Satan nibbled on Judas then ate Cassius, followed by Brutus he had ordered to go from Dante's Inferno while on holiday in the Bermudas
Distractions, even in your own home, come at a price. My mind was so busy with thoughts of things that I needed to do today. I was actually carrying on a conversation in my head, while I reached for the tube of toothpaste. I had it on the brush and in my mouth before I realized something wasn't...
She was well into her fifties, when daddy ran her down on the road to enlightenment. Eighteen wheels of ignorance never leaves pretty roadkill. There had been signs along the way of course, but they were hidden by the forest of family trees. Sounds of daddy, raging at the television as Dr...
So we argued. And you were transported on high, by a cloud of seething testosterone. The Lord and Master days are gone. So climb down from your throne- it's a much shorter trip than you think. I promise you, the sight of your ex- servant on her knees before you, will...
Make the Connection Mr. Obvious Have you talked to her lately? You know, that lady who birthed your children? The one who sits beside you when you're driving around town paying bills, and banking. You probably thought it was just the speaker rattling in your car- that...
Dad says his favorite dream place is beneath his old pine tree. While leaning back against the bark, he hears wind symphonies. I watch him from the window- his eyes closed, his face serene. His life-worn shoulders rounded, rough hands resting near his knees. There's a secret in his stillness...

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