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October poetry session

Moon 

Stillness settles into the tide of October nothing without cold air Bring to me your poem I will birth it into this decade it will win hearts Be good to your heart Be nice to your heart Be wise with... Continue Reading →

The Trees

The trees were heavy. The season's change shows one thousand droplets all rolling down filling empty paper cups with the meaning of life. I caught a leaf in my hand like led, engraved with gold it pulled me and tomorrow... Continue Reading →

Rain or No Rain

What rain, today! Beneath your umbrella I count the split-pit-splat in a time indiscernible to you. You, with your rhythm, reading notes over a sheet of white, your elf shaped ears take in music. They look like mine. We age... Continue Reading →

Apples

"Apples don't have hearts." In the hours, early hours, you brought this gift to me. My fingers inspected every inch of its red skin, the variegation, the squeak of moisture. Finally, the worm path. "This one has five." said I,... Continue Reading →

Why don’t we take the train

We can follow the tracks north, as we cross the plains at 2 am, we'll see lightening for so many miles it will remind us of daylight. But we will keep going. "It's ludicrous," you'll say as you look into... Continue Reading →

The Appy

The world flies by as a cold memory finds me. Very sharp the knife in my abdomen-- perfect cuts-- the blade shouldn't miss. Cold memory's held in the body while the mind slept. While I drifted there were whispers of... Continue Reading →

The Dove

Against the morning, eking its way into what Has become today, I see your silhouette the soft lines of you Against the softness Of sunrise How the sun and you Exchange whispers "Have a good day, little bird." "Enjoy the... Continue Reading →

Kissed by the Willamette River Sirens (Assisted by the Dead of Night)

The Siren, by John William Waterhouse (c. 1900) Public domain    "I have learned to ignore at my/ peril what my sixth sense speaks." Vargus Pike "Go with your gut--" he says, rolling the tip of my finger across the... Continue Reading →

Kisses of October

Your sounds in the night are soft with wild heartbeats getting you through each curve ball in the subconscious. My arms tangle around the fur of the cats and your right forearm. Sleep can get me. I swallow and lumps... Continue Reading →

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