Category Archives: love

Same Doodle

  She waded across the rocky river. She said to me in perfect syllables something to say is worth some care. Don’t dance around it if it is not there. Riffs licks and cheap cliche’s how to get more than … Continue reading

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Contemporaneous Blues

Contemporaneous blues appearing in purple and black and white and chameleon more tones than can be counted flowing from the triotic rootless azure fountain it speaks and sings and who knows what gets concluded. Can’t seem to lose these contemporaneous … Continue reading

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Stones and Snapshots

  On top of a hill overlooking the confluence of two young rivers merging to endlessness So many photographs taken and lost who knows the cost of forgetting? The most colorful birds are found in the old cemetary rarely visited … Continue reading

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Again Never Again

The beginning so revolutionary the middle so … how do you say? Filled up with silt like Lake Pontchatrain. For ten years the book was open to the same page. For nine it seemed it would turn. It was a … Continue reading

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Hideous is a Word

Hideous is a word reserved for the kind of beauty seen only by experience when it comes you endure the scraping of what you are on what you were. Rubbing my scalp and hamstrings playing through my kitchen’s air appropriate … Continue reading

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The Weak Force

  I never wanted a perfect woman I was only looking for a perfect partner beware the sure thing seek out humanity follow the soft singing that answers insanity. She didn’t know which way to go I did not want … Continue reading

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Heart’s Character

  My sister insists that she’s an artist canvasses in corners of every room finished, unfinished and forgotten. She paints because the surface of the moon wants to embrace the blue and gold of the harbor in her heart. My … Continue reading

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