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stencil

i had a dear stencil i traced with a pencil along came curvaceous spirograph who scrawled pencil’s epitaph its strength was not tensile Advertisements

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irresistible

“Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.” — W. B. Yeats

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Why do you write?

A friend recently posted a question: “Why do you write?” Here is a copy of my reply. What about you? Why do you write? When I meditate, I let go of my attachment to follow the would-be train of thoughts. … Continue reading

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quillish in quintillus

feels quite quillish in quintillus simply scribbish in sextillus words quiver through my fingers while a hint of rhyme here lingers shaking all the tree trunks in the grove of queer ideas riles up some shy skunks and squirrels, the … Continue reading

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silent shroud

when i speak i sound like a freak when i write it fills me with fright when i speak with my lips my words collide like errant ships when i write what i want to show it comes out right … Continue reading

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kay bee

i could touch you gently caress you like a whisper play you pianissimo i could strike you hard pound you like i’m shouting force you with a fierce forte maybe a milder mezzo a taste of the wild realm between … Continue reading

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lurkers and berserkers

i was thinking they were slinking as my doubts were hulking i feared they may be skulking then as i started blinking my sureness was slowly sinking my resolve resorted to retreating that’s when they started shrieking different factions started … Continue reading

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