Thank you to everyone who has favorited and commented on Recalling. I appreciate that you've taken time to look at my writing.
One last time:
Thank you and HOLY CRAP!!


Taking a risk here.We are we are we are without needing to say but breathing's enough without dictionTaking a risk here.
There in the air between us, perhaps, lay things that didn't land but should have
I did have an idea for my story and I didn't tell it you because it was only fiction because Ms. Weber said so.
[These lines have been omitted because this is not the director's
cut.]
Let's hold on to each other and grow
I pray that it'll get cold
in a few days so we may exist more. Or let it rain. Let us love &nbs


Vertical FlightThe line was waiting for us to arrive, that tall straight thing that brushes the sky It's been stretching upward for quite some time while circles beat 'round its feet.Vertical Flight
Quickly quickly without a cue or question we're scaling the wall like it just made sense climbing the line in curves and angles: natural flight pattern
I think we created symmetry. Like a folded painting, see green where you were and blue chasing me tracing me, and those circles that sat the bottom
still sit.
They are weights tied
to this butterfly  


In Jasmine's MemoryI knew you through not hands so much as touchIn Jasmine's Memory
to a synesthete, that is you are exactly as you're called.
You're called a flower, known for scent and taste and extravagent beauty that relaxes eyes and steams the air: enchanting
the breath of that flower that rose from those fingers - acclaimed as a magical base, it supports towers and hours and an old world of sound, one-fifth of a noble quintet.
Orchestrated with those very hands that left purpl


Summer haikuthon 091. sticky-hot air washes clean with a breeze a palm frond shuddersSummer haikuthon 09
2. beach-glass passes under my footprints like seconds
3. hand tenses up roar over light chop leave stormclouds behind
4. tiny volcano erupts dirty snow adolescence
5. rusty blade sliced in the firmly built flank shoveling mulch
6. yards away weeks ago slug's epic journey
7. tiny red sun electronic cock-crow calls me awake
8. summer repeated five-hundr

Thank you SO very much!
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You're no scarlet prim proper rose
Sing me your pretty prose
Lips pressed nose to nose
Legs entwined with twenty toes.
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Far off in this endlessly continuing white earth...
My voice that's crying out can no longer reach anyone
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Far off in this endlessly continuing white earth...
My voice that's crying out can no longer reach anyone
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Pssssh.
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Far off in this endlessly continuing white earth...
My voice that's crying out can no longer reach anyone
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"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination."-Oscar Wilde
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Far off in this endlessly continuing white earth...
My voice that's crying out can no longer reach anyone
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"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination."-Oscar Wilde
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"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination."-Oscar Wilde
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