Category Archives: Poetry

Side Eye

Side Eye

I don’t know what the hell I did to deserve that look.

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Very Best Baby Boy

Very best baby boy #dogs #boxerdog #boxerdogs

I love how he’s arranged his legs. Also the lip flopping over his tail.

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A Tiny Poem

These Stones

These stones
this mess
most blanket to quiet
collected thoughts

But who could
recall the moon
from her thousand
wandering dreams

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Taming Steel with Fire

Taming Steel with Fire
found poem with gesso, acrylic medium, and found objects on canvas
10 x 8 inches

Taming Steel with Fire
in succession, each
a complete turn.
First the bloom,
raised bodily,
Then
the
snake
alive.
a warning
on its way

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Solitude

World's smarmiest poem improved. #fixedthatforyou//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js

Solitude

Laugh,
Weep, and
Sing,
and the hills will answer;
echoes bound to seek you;
they turn and go.
and you lose them all.

This may be the smarmiest poem ever written. Ella Wheeler Wilcox was the ultimate Pollyanna, which annoys the crap out of me. I do love to “fix” her poems, though. I like to think of it as posthumous editing. Someone really should have told her that less is more.

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Be

Be #foundpoems #foundpoetry #alteredbooks #poems #poetry #blackoutpoems #blackoutpoetry

The growing soul aches
tiny roots,
dark
with inborn restlessness
to stir
strange seas
unfurled,
And vast shores
never dawned
what is
is a
restlessness of soul
urging
your upward reaching
spirit.

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Worth

Worth #blackoutpoetry #blackoutpoems #poetry #poems #alteredbooks #foundpoems #foundpoetry

Dead wrong
it always comes
easy enough
when nothing tempts
your soul away
But it’s only virtue
that is
cumbered to-day
And hides
these
we find
but once.

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What Is Best

What Is Best #alteredbooks #foundpoems #foundpoetry #poems #poetry #artistbooks

I know each Wrong
has its purpose
as sure as the night
be long
the soul
means to suffer
there are no errors
in the quest

One of my life goals is to assist the immortal soul of Ella Wheeler Wilcox to find her inner goth girl.

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A Tiny Poem

Tiny Poem

Could the
waveless sanctuary
discovered beneath
shadowed dreams
hold the full
universe

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Dutiful Ghosts

Dutiful Ghosts

Dutiful ghosts
tend their scattering
sons and daughters
with mercy and gravity.
As we seek new mysteries
they devour our sorrows.

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