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What I’ve Learned in the Lagoon…
If you’ve ever driven past a lagoon (a holding area for piggy waste) your nose knows of what I speak. I have finally been able to come up with a good analogy describing the last year and a half of my...
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In the Mirror
“Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakes.” – Carl Jung Where have you been looking? Do you recognize what you see? Are there any cluttered closets In the house that you call ‘me’? Do you...
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Your Boomerang
Here I am again – Your boomerang. How many flights of fancy will I ride Before I quit coming back for more? A flick of your wrist and I arc by rote. Let’s consider this carrier service, This...
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Different
One of these things is not like the others, One of these flowers is an island of blue; She stands alone, amidst all the silver, She isn’t ashamed of her different hue. She isn’t aware that her petals’...
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Pyjama Hopes
Another evening, another night in pyjama hopes waiting with bated breath for the measured step that will not come. Which friend should she call this time? Which bar? These ‘listening waits ‘tear the...
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Seeing Eye to Eye
Your lip curls in derision, contempt for failings twists you. Your eye gleams, ‘arc de triomphe'; your tongue trails your rows of hapless prisoners, an offering to ego’s altar. Your gleam blinds you...
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Hearts of Stone
Hearts of stone cannot bleed; aortas and ventricles clog and contort, but will not spill their precious cargo. Hearts of stone may be islands, coastlines of security for the soul interred – but do not...
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Between the Lines
It’s true. Lines are more prominent than they used to be. But if you will read between . them, you will enter my world – dreams and ever afters, knights and clashes with wicked . tyrants, notes stashed...
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He pours his voice like taffy. Creamy folds undulate, smooth to silk in her hungry ears. But when he pulls his words, stretches the truth out of shape she, generously buttered, finds there is nothing...
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