Red Sky – small stone
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red sky morning
wraps the bare maple
limbs in
taffy and cinnamon.
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I’m writing small stones as part of the January Mindful Writing Challenge. Feel free to join us.
Writer. Demand Poet.
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red sky morning
wraps the bare maple
limbs in
taffy and cinnamon.
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I’m writing small stones as part of the January Mindful Writing Challenge. Feel free to join us.
cold slices the
dull morning. my head down,
feet breaking up the
snow crust. I’m a
mindless fog itself
pied pipering behind
sweetie’s tinkling collar
until
suddenly
my pupils contract:
My head snaps up.
The horizon has
Exhaled.
Hard.
Pushing … Read the rest “The horizon has exhaled – small stone”
(Here’s a practice small stone to warm up for the kickoff of tomorrow’s Mindful Writing Challenge. I love that this writing challenge is in January: my favorite month of the year for writing. Feel free to join me and hundreds … Read the rest “One Red Smudge”
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Outside the days are beautiful.
Some held down by moist grey mists.
Others creeping up on me until
I happen to glance up, then find I am unable to
Move under the onslaught of
Unbroken blue above me,
Interrupted … Read the rest “I Feel Frozen”
The bird who dove across
Hwy 34 exit toward downtown
New Haven — the interchange
New to the interstate that
Flies over gravity’s expectations —
The bird who ignited herself
From some hidden nest to climb
In tandem with the … Read the rest “The Bird Didn’t Care”