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Button clad agaric caution ...

Button clad agaric caution hosts the greenest compliments the mosses know to braille brush the aspen’s whispers … with surest harmony found beneath the courageous first ice to die in Spring’s frail hands … the steam of your tea pot, bath, and clinging window vapors … The forest path urged me to gain all I could from the shadows and stem of tree tailored light … I nodded not wanting to break you silence. 20 more words

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Saying Goodbye

Saying Goodbye, well that’s simply not possible … we are a part of each other now … you have not listened, when the breeze leaves the lake headed for window’s broken pane … to reach your sweet flesh again … daily, I write … when the heat is too much to bear … sweat culling my back as droplets off the twigs of Pinyons in the thawing mountain mornings … these paths in my mind clear enough to hear the raven’s wing stroke silence above … the fans lull illusions away … mere fingers for clothing and digit~less prayers to pray … Do you softly gently ever ? 56 more words

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Art Credit: Tomasz Alen Kopera

Now is the briefest passage of the gloaming light … mustard flecked goblin suspensions of Spirit’s absinthe carpet between worlds … mosaic cedar peridot shadows cast craving capillaries to crest upon ethereal shores … we wait … our nakedness hidden behind the frail coats of the illuminated unkindness of Winter … it is not yet ready to trade our smiles for the warmth Pangea may measure with both sunlight and the breath of the stars in their ecstatic chants to Baba … the forest is brief in its mating … all above and below tis sacred glow revealed as it once was … not as we made it so … bark and branch as kindred kings carrying lark, lichen, moss, and lamp likened skies of pure pervading glory …  in the turning cast, the evening’s shadow, fauns a delicate blanket of faery tales yet unwritten … lovers await the deepening safety, the negral of night … to taste the darkness of surrender’s kiss … 41 more words

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Gertrude

My arrival at home that day had been too late. I could see it when my eyes met my Mothers. I dropped my shopping bags and asked, “Where?” It was Gertrude. 360 more words

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Police Posting to Rivers: Civil Society Groups Condemn Wike's Utterances

Coalition of civil society non-governmental organizations in Rivers State have condemned in totality Gov Wike’s utterances on the Nigeria police force, describing it as meddlesomeness and an intrusion into the official freedom and the power of the Inspector General of Police to determine and decide which police officer to be given responsibility and where such an officer should be sent to perform his or her duties. 541 more words

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Dares, Dodges, and Ignorance

She brought flowers with her for the first time they would meet. Lovely pink roses, she bought as the grocers a few blocks from his house. 337 more words

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Light my world ...

You are the source of my Sun~shine revolving around the window pane galaxy which leads long stemmed petal and portal pressed … cut glass azure sea foam spanning bridges of prismatic light between your world and mine … without the club bump beating of your heart, my kingdom could not stand … for it is that distant lull which hold the mass and grounds … you panhandle the rain which mists my eyes, my words, my tender held refrains … my hope remains verily chained to standing in your storms for lack of touch or grain … Long I have and I shall remain … enamored by my muse, my sword, my heart’s sweet claim …

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