Here's a "nickle's worth of free advice"
when half-parting lips to let go
of secret's past--try not to fling them
against a solid wall of brick,
a solid wall of brick,a solid wall of brick
--deflected. old men with paling hairs--
we don't like you, our first inclination is
to reject you--oh yeah you are a bit crotchety
oh yes you are old man winter--frightening white.
You are frigid and yet, expectant.
Let's not let youth move forward.
a solid wall of brick
a solid wall of brick
a solid wall of brick.
Tickle your toes. . .
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two squinting painted eyes looking solemn on a leathery face. this knight of the golden age has a 20 gallon bucket of a hat atop his slicked... -
driving home from the farmer's market- I can't see anything- through this storm- I come home to sleep- with you-rest in your arms fu... -
In my dreams I am the fictional version of myself. The one I seek to be in my short-stories and prose. The one who gets her point across but... -
hunger is sometimes preferable to loneliness. a stomach will twist- but hands become dirty and heavy when full of coins.
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Tickling toes- there was something about that barefooted madness something about that wistful waist-high wishing and wooshing in the woods, ...
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husband and I trek a mile for ice cream just for the creamy banana, crunchy pecans, and chunks of thumb-sized chocolate. shoes flipping and...
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A woman's stance feet parted so that like a breezy window the mantle opened slightly lets in curves of salty air- but here there is no, ...
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there is a small leaf over your eye and yet you can still see me.
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take flight in linen and lace. things will mesh if you want them to. just throw yourself up against it and maneuver dainty fingers over tiny...
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This is just a short note from me to inform you that after my extensive monthly study and subsequent written exploration of Psalms and Prove...
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