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Fiasco

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Might be in the deep night she came

might be in the deep night she came while i in my long hair was dead (i could never be sure). like a surgeon must have stitched a heart pulsing red

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Worms, Birds & In Between

The worms that could not up surface above neat pavements carpeted floors or cold tiers find their places in vaults of Adam’s kin’s blood and flesh

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the whale sharks of oslob

the earth-man dives from his dugout canoe into the cove to stare the whale shark in its beady eye beneath the waves they dance in fluid harmony: to fathom the depths of their hearts  to measure the breadth of their … Continue reading

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physiognomy of an eel

for all its slippery rubbery twisting thick tough long skin,

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smiles

smiles drift longer, sparkles on an ocean’s crest teasing silent laughters from within the ocean’s ribs. the sea teaches the land

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how many ways can a wave wash to shore?

(Images of waves used with this posting are all courtesy of their respective contributors at pixabay.com.)   how many ways can a wave wash to shore? blithely as a titter, lazing like a lamb, or stirring a trifling whiff of … Continue reading

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‘Wait Till This …’

savant flicks the switch tenderly as a flower would curl in the leaking secrecy of dawn,

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Wait Out The Squall

Forest stands On edge of its roots Where wily Foxes romp around And make of Grass The trampled Trash,

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clouds 2: poem for my father

you grew me strong wings so i can come back watch you soar your final sky. © SSJ 2016

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