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Poetry and Photography and Food! August 1, 2016. August 1, 2016. Flight out of Caroline. Into your arms entwine. Two hearts complete align. Long days of wording. Quadrilling over at dVerse Poet’s Pub. July 29, 2016. What do women think. When they watch each other? You asked me at the club. Tonight. Fashion ideas? I’m glad I’m not that. I said, or. I wish I were that,. And sometimes, rarely, when. There is eye contact. For a pleading, vulnerable. Moment, a cry. And then it is gone. Dog Day Band Camp.
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Puttanesca Sauce or Dinner at the House of Ill-Repute – Jilly's
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Poetry and Photography and Food! Puttanesca Sauce or Dinner at the House of Ill-Repute. July 7, 2016. July 7, 2016. This sauce gets its name from its quick prep time,. Making it popular with street-walkers who purportedly would. Whip up a quickie batch at the end of a long night of, um, working. So, sailor, if you are new in town to this saucy little number,. Come on in, honey, and we’ll talk. 1 large clove garlic. Drizzle of olive oil. 1 can diced tomatoes. 10 Kalamata olives, give or take, sliced.
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A Forgetting Wind – Jilly's
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Poetry and Photography and Food! Mining for Lines Writing Prompts. July 24, 2016. A forgetting wind stretched. The precociousness of clouds. That dared to splay. On the grass, but. It could not reach. The lampposts, it could. Not reach the memories. The stagnant air of regret. 8216;A forgetting wind’ from. Mining for Lines Writing Prompt #3. Sevenling (Post Rain the Lake). Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Dog Day Band Camp. Write...
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smallish tirade | Whimsygizmo's Blog
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Poetic ponderings…parenting…procrastination…. Circadian rhythm in b flat. Poet smoke →. August 14, 2015. This poem is tired. It was all wired up and ready. To go, until it ran out of self. With wings, until. This poem is a scar. No, wait: a star). Too soon, swooned low. By a rising crimson sky. This poem has no sense. Of place, no where. Or how or why. it’s. Waiting for one last good. 8230;……………. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. And tagged not really poeming. Circadian rhythm in b flat. Enter your...
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Poetic ponderings…parenting…procrastination…. September 3, 2016. 8230; she’s pixie -stick quick and ready to play, all freckle-sprinkle fab -you, lust. imp -ossible things will happen when you kiss her spicy lips, her speckled hips and that place on her inner elbow that makes her sigh. aw, … Continue reading →. September 1, 2016. 365 too-small rooms in a too-long hallway. August 31, 2016. A year in the life. The year of the dragon. August 31, 2016. Of living dangerously of fire and steam and dreams that ...
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circadian rhythm in b flat | Whimsygizmo's Blog
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Poetic ponderings…parenting…procrastination…. Smallish tirade →. Circadian rhythm in b flat. August 13, 2015. Sleep now, love. Lie loose and cold and worn,. Torn by this world and lulled. By this breeze. hold hands. With the sky, and wonder. How it sings. lullaby your. Way to silence. shall we. Your poor soul,. Your huddled, puddle. Masses. your longing. 8230;…………. Prompted by poetic asides. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Smallish tirade →. Circadian rhythm in b flat. August 13, 2015 at 10:01 pm.
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From Polly's Pen: Hot Slaw, Cool Ice
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Thursday, September 24, 2009. Hot Slaw, Cool Ice. Okay, do these things only happen to ME? And apparently my son-in-law Bruce? Once upon a time when my daughter and her husband were here for a visit, I bought some bar-b- que. At a local place with a unique side dish, hot slaw. Not temperature hot, but spicy hot. I personally have never tasted it but it has quite a following as this story bears out. Who wants rotten hot slaw? This is the day BEFORE the picnic. Uh-oh. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Allan D. Harris | Constellation: Prosodus
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Allan D. Harris. The Syzygy Poetry Journal. August 7, 2015. Summer writing updat…. Delighted to have 6…. On Strider Marcus Jones. MegEden on Marlena Chertock. Come on a space jour…. Follow us on Twitter. Allan D. Harris. Allan D. Harris. ALLAN D. HARRIS. Putting my name on it. Years ago my brother and I. But he caught on quick. To the art of verbal dueling. Knowing in my predictability. That he give something up to me. Because your name’s not on it, I’d reply. So with a crayon. He wrote his name. But the...
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April Mae Berza | Constellation: Prosodus
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The Syzygy Poetry Journal. August 7, 2015. Summer writing updat…. Delighted to have 6…. On Strider Marcus Jones. MegEden on Marlena Chertock. Come on a space jour…. Follow us on Twitter. Allan D. Harris. Like rings around Saturn. Like rings around Saturn. My love will encircle her;. Not knowing she is the planet. She stays away from me. Her prison sky locks her. Away from my reach, away from me,. She cannot seem to know them,. Cannot seem to find her moons. When the time is right, she will know. The womb...
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