Writer. Demand Poet.
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The steam chugging
Out this plastic pig’s
Ears isn’t
Natural isn’t right
A man-made atrocity
At the foot of my
Bed. What else can
Be said of this
Little piggy?
—
Dogs are the best
At saying “I’ve got
All I need thanks”
Lounging in the
Hardwood sun.
Although they’ll gladly
Get up for
You.
—
Will you meet me
At the end of
The day, to
Reconcile the
Pain to
Clear things up, to
Pour ourselves together
In a glass and
Melt a little?
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I’m writing small stones as part of the … Read the rest “Clear Things – small stone”
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Two logs from
Different trees lay
Across each other
Above the pile of ash.
One blue flame,
One heat
Rising.
—
even just the
sight of water
is enough to
slow the galloping
pony inside.
She stops
to watch the branch
touch sunny ripples and
then
hardly hears her
thunder heart over
the sweet robin
singing.
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I’m writing small … Read the rest “The sight of water – small stone”