If I could I would transform my body into a sailboat large enough to transport enslaved humans to a place where they can be free If I could I would transform my limbs into a sturdy mast my hair into wind-worthy sails my back into a protective keel my hands into a reliable helm my …
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Toes in clovers, imagination soaring
Their hands are little for only a little while Hold them finger paint with them play jacks with them Teach them how to hold a kite rope and how to jump rope Let them hold worms and ladybugs and pick clovers Show by example that hands are a heart’s messenger with endless ways to create …
He sketched Her ~ II (flash fiction)
She had enough of his relentless demands; one deal barely closed before he expected more. She needed a break, she needed to breathe. He said he’d return quickly with the next sales lead. She quietly told him to “Fuck off,” then she slammed through a side door. Modern metal smacking historical brick. The building exhaled …
Some rivers run wild and deep
That which gives life can also take it away Life, a fragile balance between that which attempts to hold our attention and what we hold, on the inside We learn, if life (or death) does not first consume us, that we can only hold so much In our bodies, over fifty percent is contained, but …
His Hands
His hands sparked a fire that changed the horizon feet that once stumbled in the darkness made swift and spirited by the glow cast from red hot sparks His hands built ovens that pumped air and purified ore a lone artist on the edge of civilization he transformed blazing metal into purposeful and beautiful His …
Perfectly manicured Wild natures (audio poem)
Perfectly manicured Wild natures (audio poem) A pristine street of garnished green manicured perfectly prize-winning roses planted in a row lush bushes trimmed just so not an aspiration too high, or a limb too low A perfect scene, an impressive show the keepers keep pruning and perfecting as their pride and ambition grows Until that …
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