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Sun-Room

Sun-Room

She regularly trips over still boxed prefab Summer sun-room kit. Seasons passed. Birthday. Rushed with streams of memories she celebrates discreetly mid-summer night in Roman baths. She recites long wavy lines "Believe me, there's no way to improve your figure: nude...

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Protected: The American Pygmalion

Protected: The American Pygmalion

Chapter I.  Fugue State   The new programmed coffee brewer awoke another busy day spreading a pleasant aroma through Elsa’s apartment. Coffee slushed in her cup as she walked to the mirror in the hallway. Elsa wanted to see the scratch on her forearm earned...

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Tessellated Flower of a Love Rite

Tessellated Flower of a Love Rite

Only he new Her love... He charted Her sassy, dicey flawed unruliness, and linked dots between partitioning planes of Her brazen startling thunders coloring hues of her dotty rumbles that echoed over the vastness of the rebellious sky. He surrendered to Her headiness...

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Thread of Time Yarn Spin by Dark Lady

Thread of Time Yarn Spin by Dark Lady

Like a shrill knife that cuts a gangrenous numb limb the distance hurts our frail love secret bonds; thee still dreams about me in love, young, tight, and slim but skin wrinkles with Fall, Winter arcs the body, Spring bards sing odes, but they echo in dirge; my Summer...

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The Poet and the Old Poem

The old Poem hit the Poet with a strike of a shock; knocked him out of the place... He never expected to ran into an old lover... that unpublished breadcrumbs of life.... passing by on the same sidewalk, each heading in the opposite direction. Hearts pinned. In a...

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Urns, Ecstasy, Ropes, and Selfies

Even when poems lose their long ropes of slow-time ecstasy, secret themes to explore, when frittered away all hopes seem to be, the Midsummer dreams call for a muse of Grecian urns to echos thy subtle and secret thoughts to sing endlessly about Eden's architect and...

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Reasons Don’t Hold by Dark Lady

Reasons Don’t Hold by Dark Lady

Besiege thy reasons for they don't hold one's life; dried figs sweeten winter's icy mouth, but miss summer sun burns in fruity melted hearts that strife for their pith to be lost in kisses of bees. Doest thou know how reasons break too even under heavy weight? Oh,...

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