Monthly Archives: July 2013

THE REACH OF MY HEART AND MY FINGERS

I reach– I can touch so many of you. .. and be touched, entering into a village of plenty, filled with so many unseen anybodies. . . though the wi-fi waves have such vast lengths of air, earth and sea … Continue reading

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THE MEASURE OF A MUMMY

So many turns it takes to unwind the cloth that binds a mummy, plastered over long-dried tape– that held, protecting here and there a hole– maybe there, near former place of heart– or perhaps a gap near house of tummy. … Continue reading

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SUMMER’S LAZY PACE AND PLACE WITHIN THE WHOLE YEAR’S TIME AND SPACE

Summer keeps a lazy pace, in which it does a lingering release into its token night from day. . . then shall come the rolling hum of fall, which speeds the night into a longer time with moon and plenty … Continue reading

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LIFE IN YOUR CARE

Life will take you anywhere. But, if that vision or that version of your life you do not really share, It’s up to you to take the reins and steer your life in the direction that you WANT to go– … Continue reading

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THERE’S NOTHING LIKE A SHINY, NEW TOY!

There’s nothing like a brand new toy– so bright and shiny! Except maybe an old one shined back up with care well-used, beloved and ready to reflect whatever comes near it and light– such as I and thee.

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OPPOSITES REFRACT

Ohhhhhh. . . to be born. . . well, I’ll admit it’s no summer day’s picnic. . . but it sure has got beat the way that Mary Shelley’s monster did this world hit, sewn together from pieces that were … Continue reading

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A WISH FOR SOMETHING GRANDIOSE

Wishing I could be gushing or flaunting regarding something grandiose. . . But that is darn tough fishing, perhaps the limits pushing, to the point of being daunting, to pull up one of those. And if I ever thought I … Continue reading

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