Monthly Archives: March 2016

Dervishes in a Raindrop

I am a raindrop cradled in the center of a hyacinth sprout. My silhouette shown In its verdant cup. There below the azure, above the green leaf’s blade, stands a circle of dervishes in reflected shades of gray. A silent gathering … Continue reading

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People Are No Different (#25wtT)

We think we know, But we cannot see Spring, we only sense its signs, its buds and blossoms, breezes, and fragrance. People are no different. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle

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The Friend

A friend arrives so silently through the shadowed wings of our own hearts. Even when you seem alone, on the stage of life’s great drama, the mere awareness of them dilutes a hurtful memory, soothes a troubling situation, and dispels the … Continue reading

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#25wtT (vol 2) Skipping Stones

It’s often more meaningful to drop a precious gem into the depths of another’s heart than skip a stone across the surface of their ocean. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle

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Darkness Longs for Its Shadow

I spoke of poems I’d never write Of ghosts that haunt in broad daylight Like the time I kissed you silently When you forgot you said you’d remember me. Words that spill from a poet’s pen Form iron links that … Continue reading

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The Teacher

He has a voice within a voice, and I, an ear within an ear. When he says nothing I listen most deeply. Otherwise, since we met, I have learned that I know nothing. When around him, my mind is always … Continue reading

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The Bone China Cup

Light caresses and draws dust into its blades piercing the glass pane. Bone sighs glows in the oven. Hush, the artisan hears the call of the cup in a measured heap of milled white powder. She drinks his whispers, tastes … Continue reading

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Ancient Mystresses

I am known to abscond with these ancient mistresses… my eyes dance across their soft parchment, threading the lovingly laid ink of their calligraphy. Held in the crook of my arm, entranced by their beautiful crumbling covers and long delicate … Continue reading

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