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From Bahia to Brooklyn: Caribbean Tales
Originally posted on Repeating Islands: Here is a post by Peter Jordens. He brings us translations from the Dutch (from…
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To Walk with a Higher Love NaPoWriMo 2023 #27
Do you try to live a life Spiritually Sanctified? As I begin to grow, more and more, I have learned…
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Oh, to be Your Agnes NaPoWriMo 2023 #26
Oh, to be your Agnes, the queen, the mother, and the beam … By which you light fires and herb…
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The Day I Sent You The Snakeskin NaPoWriMo 25
Yeti purrs on the pillow next to my ears as dreams of you carry me away … We plumb the…
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Browning Petals NaPoWriMo 24
He told me I had not the soul of a poet … In my belief of unworthiness … In the…
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This Choir Girl is in The Black Clouds Today NaPoWriMo 23
I wish you would have chosen to stay … Your shorts still feel moist with their Gold Bond tinted olfactory…
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Snow Yesterday NaPoWriMo 22
Tadpoles reach for insects on the lake surface … The turtles have begun to dig themselves out of the mud…
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Countenance of Three NaPoWriMo 21
Mating with the forest is forbidden now … Do you wonder why women wear no flowers and men no fare…
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Just a bit of rhyming fun NaPoWriMo 20
I desperate dream my native star … Far beyond this galactic jar … Where musts be and kinder beings sway…
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I Do Not Speak Emojis NaPoWriMo 19
I know you love love me soul to soul … in the deep abiding way ships find their harbour despite…
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Each night as I drift away … NaPoWriMo 18
Slumbered steps ballerina thorne tumble … down rabbit holes so deeply grooved … in the blood stains of our bonds…
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NaPoWriMo 17
I have smoked the sacred tobacco meant for the Gods … for sacrifice, for my salvation through fire blood ……
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Miracles NaPoWriMo 16
The first seeds of this year’s garden open to and wind … Their micro cosmic prayers being offered to the…
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Prophecy of Yellow Eyes NaPoWriMo 15
Time is closing the window of his graceful glowers for me … It has been coming like the axe man…
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… under many moons NaPoWriMo 14
Tired and weary … fresh as snow … Just arrived … at far to go … Lonely all by ……
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For it is … NaPoWriMo# 13
The Wood ducks have returned to the big pond … they will raise their young on the banks then take…
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Quiet Time NaPoWriMo# 12
I think of you whole, lying in my bed alone, recalling your clammy interludes falling dewless on my now distended…
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Wild Blackberries NaPoWriMo 11
Torn hearts bind as one, violet seeds and velvet leaves become corporal fodder bleeding … Spring, as the wild blackberries…
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Jewel Weed NaPoWriMo 10
Stand we tall on our canes, our veins of not more than juices, and glands … How we lean to…
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Sweet Chickory NaPoWriMo 9
Sweet Chickory is nearly spent … It’s cornflower blue buds which open each morning … now blossoming in a soft…
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Anger #NaPoWriMo 8
Anger is an unnecessary need for soul feeding … heart squeezing daisy pushing upper door prize reprieve … How bitter…
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NaPoWriMo 2023 — Day 7: “Advanced Testing”
the bloodstream began its yearly attack NaPoWriMo 2023 — Day 7: “Advanced Testing”
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we’re both sober now (napowrimo #6)
we’re both sober now bobby and i, sitting at the 24 hour coffeehouse as a cold front strobes a burgeoning…
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#NaPoWriMo 6
Rain in all her glory of Spring has come early to bless a hopeful bounty of Summer’s slumbering prayers ……
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#NaPoWriMo 7
I dug the early raspberry and wild blackberry vines today … When once I stood with them collecting handful of…
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Soul Flowers #NaPoWriMo 5
Children can never resist flowers when they are young … the warmth of the sunshine which ever seems to follow…
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Arrival #NaPoWriMo 4
She rode her cosmic porpoise across the coming of the Taurus sky … fringe frilled mermaid desires filling her Robin’s…
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The Hazelnut #NaPoWriMo3
I do dream and dare to chance … of how the Hazelnut does glance … upon her kittens in their…
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#NaPoWriMo2 Calendrical Refrain
I wonder, more often than not,If you know your name is etched,Deeply still by magical strain,Upon my ancient forest growth…
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#NaPoWriMo1 The Dust Wand
And the house spiders spun with faery fronds … beneath the glaring glass … Chandeliers of mossy dust fast tied…
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Mercy
The flight of my father and mother to heaven has stilled my pen for what has seemed like eons of…
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The rains have come, at long last … the only beings which may stop time for me since the tree…
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I Want To Hear Your Voice
“ I Want To Hear Your Voice “ The newborn ducklings struggle with soft slumber toward a peace where the…
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Grief… the guilt — Aria-Bella Rises
It has been 8 full moons since my little right hand pooch left his body. 8 months of me processing,…
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Loss of a Beloved One
Life is ever flowing ebb of rising/sweeping remission of emotional tides on which the human heart gallops. Opening the palm…
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Oleander Greed
The catalpa pods dangle, hesitant paper laces in the hushed secrets of the Autumn winds … above and in sentry…
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The precipice of summer lingers …
The precipice of summer lingers lying quietly to the definitions we cling to … ritual eggs brighten rows freshly tilled by…
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More ?
Art work credit: Bloodletting by © CanisAlbus More … Tis all I find above sullen skies to sate the Spirit’s…
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NaPoWriMo 2017 #5
Luna Love The foul leave feathers for me daily in trails to gather … from the barn to the Iron…
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NaPoWriMo#4 2017
Periwinkle’s Day In our wizard’s weary land of pine cone palaces and cypress needle streets … opened upon the morning’s…
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NaPoWriMo 2017 #3
The Mortal’s Prize Ceiling slats and shadow rats, the perceptible shards you left, in attic halls of dampened walls, piss…
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NaPoWriMo 2017 #2
Glory and Goodbyes The singing of glory songs is common in the tent camp of mutation … come follow the…
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In the Land of Paper Cranes
Honor reigns as the code of the rain in the Land of Paper Cranes … the unspoken behest of Grandmothers…
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Tunnel… I’m not the only one …
A lake lies dead … sickness fills its gills at the ice’s edge … hurried clutter and cramped fur decaying abide…
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We were where we thought to be …
Empty palms may read mere molecular blinds … those scents Spring dares not harness when the lilacs vine … beyond…
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Bending to Your Fancy
Winter’s willing bride again cradles the looking glass which Spring, as maiden, held seeming moments ago … dewy instrument of…
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Yuletide greetings
Originally posted on DIVINING/DESIGNING: Yuletide Greetings to you DIVINING/DESIGNING View original post
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Luna Moth Fever
Last poem to the present and pertinent heart … for with only a week to live … I’ve luna moth…
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Smoke Signals
What is that? It started in your head, but God meant it for your mouth … How do you keep the ringlets…
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Holy Vapors
Mary in a Roman Catholic Church in Chicago I had forgotten what it feels like to breathe … taking in…
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Death Defier
Is it flight you seek in death to soar by wings of feather, scale, or silk … farewell mouth harping kisses…
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… on the edge of time she has waited …
… on the edge of time she has waited … toes sipping the star pools spinning galaxies with stories her…
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NaPoWriMo 2016 #30
Freedom Sweat wand hair triggers press the oil stain of guilt upon life’s innocent … in the scope’s glass the…
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