• Do You Know Where Fairies Live

    Tell me,do you know where they live?Do you know what magic they give?What kind of pain do they relieve? Do they live in tiny wooden houses?In the woods afar.Do they gift poor people new blouses? Or a brand new car?Do they...

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    Broken Hearted Pen

    When days are punctuated with a swirl of a penAnd breaths are held waitingfor the moment that thoughtand reality becomes one    Somewhere in my twilight mindWords were written and sentOn wings translucent and etherealSummoning you to me   You never answerAs I...

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    (Motherfucka Season) Evil Snowman XIII

                 “A foul mouth bitch is worse than a car wreckThat’s why a fist or a dick sometimes need to put them in check,            “Disrespect in any form a motherfucka can never let rideSo like an icy street that...

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    from - The Psalm Breeze

    There is a Cheyenne word for the act  of preparing the mouth to speak  like the moment cloud guts open  above plains, before damnation floods    Hinged, beneath the softest decibels  Alzheimer smiles prevented our lips from moving    Our hearts stopped for  one thousandth of a second,  sisters...

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    • A haunting, beautifully layered meditation on loss, memory, and ritual. The imagery is vivid and intimate, moving effortlessly between grief, remembrance, and fleeting moments of connection. The poem lingers like smoke, both tender and unflinching.

      • I genuflect to the beautiful reply and inherent kindness. Heartfelt thanks Roma. Never really been able to articulate losing them in the same week. There was a joint funeral and I was tasked with supplying the epitaph and music. They travelled to ash to the disco thrum of Abba! Mum would have loved that.

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    Songs from the Village Disco

    Ballerinas of glassdiamond scatter upon kitchen floor Bottles sink from handsas submarines failing to find home At the hospice karaokeinvitations to dance die like whisperswithin photograph framesbeside the coldest beds Mindy McCready tribute actlocked drunk jaw to the theatreat end of furthest...

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    • Sounds like her mind was all over the place and things got out of hand

      • my scribbles often jag around like a crap jigsaw puzzle. the mindy stanza is just illustrative of troubled music souls. melissa was just an exploitative douche (i was 24, she was 40) and she played me like a guitar.

    • Third stanza is amazing. Hospice Karaoke to me is representative of the routines folks get into before they pass when they are at those facilities. It is a reminder of how life is already gone before it actually is.
      Your jigsaw puzzles are quite creative and fun to try to put together.
      j.

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