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Tag Archives: Poetry
Pink Eggs, Black Lace
I woke up at 3 a.m. from a restless dream of trying to remember where I’d stored my childhood Easter decorations.
Fragments (c. 2020 PC)
Curator’s Note: Pencil on paper, c. early 2020s PC (Pre-Crash), Austin, Texas. These fragments were likely part of a notebook or workbook.
My Listener
You patiently wait…
I Look for Gifts in Unusual Places
The world is full of small things to be noticed.
Hummingbird Feeder: Full Time Job
Chirps and squeaks and red-yellow hum…
Masks & Lilies
Secrets? When you have a masked alter ego, why not?
Don’t Break The Spell
Your words shape minds; your own most of all.
A Heartfelt Verse
I am deeply grateful for this cup of tea – without it I’d be asleep, you see.
You Don’t Find Fossils in Granite
No Tyrannosaurus Rex here, folks.
Skeleton At The Feast 