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    • The Tenth Muse Speaks: Whispers Across Lesbos

      She walks on the edge of the wind,
      voice braided with sea and olive,
      each syllable a spark struck
      from the tinder of longing.

      Island-born, where the waves fold
      like a lover’s arm,
      she counts the pulses of hearts
      as though each beat were a star.

      You burn me
      my limbs betray m…Read More

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      • Curly Grace, what a great opening line: “She walks on the edge of the wind”. While I enjoyed reading the entirety of your poem, that last verse will be remembered by me. Poets, poetry, should never be “contained” or constrained. -Curt

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      Love Sonnet LXXIX

      As I glide smoothly across
      the ice, as the cold air assails
      my face, I feel like I am
      flying. Your face

      appears under the ice, staring
      up at me. You are smiling,
      your hands, upturned, reach
      toward me, inviting me to

      join you in the cold, wet
      waters of this dream. I
      fly faster, skates moving

      like a blur,…Read More

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      • I love the chill of this poem – if you’re not a fan of Kate Bush do listen to Under Ice on The Hounds of Love album!

        • Thanks HJx, for the sweet comment and for the the Kate Bush mention. I will definitely go listen. I actually do like the few songs I have heard from her. As well as her duet with Peter Gabriel on “Don’t Give Up”.

          • You’re welcome – enjoy Kate! “Waking the Witch” from the same album inspired me to write Heathen, the opening tale in Basque Love Stories. It’s here on Starsrite, too, live, featuring sensational young actress Isla Furl as Julia. Enjoy!

      • Such a vivid, haunting piece. I love how it moves from ice to fire with such ease. Beautifully done.

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      Sensory Memories

      “why are you so addicted to popcorn?”

      because on Saturday evenings…
      when I was small…
      (too young to know of more exciting things…
      like theaters and urban adventures)
      there was a table that became an arena

      where board games and Uno took over
      and we gathered as a family…
      no chores…
      otherwise idle…Read More

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      • Aw, I can smell the corn popping from here – a really atmospheric poem.

      • Willow, I make the popcorn the same way your grandmother did, 3 quart pot, melt the butter and mix. But I must confess, the popcorn goes in a big bowl and I eat it all from there. Thanks for sharing the popcorn….er… I mean the poem. ;0) -Curt

        • There were a minimum of a dozen of us at that table. There would have been no room for a big bowl. I’ve never seen a bowl the size she used for the popcorn since then. I use an air popper but yes, it goes in a bowl and it’s all mine too. 😊

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