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  Standing in the While   Sitting still while being still is swallowing while being swallowed   is flying with the geese following...

  Pajarito – Pajarito donde esta su grito Donde esta las palabras de sus sueños Pajarito eres mi cuento y mi quieto.   Songbird!...

  Through it all – time was kept present Always with roaming questions That slipped away in a minuet of eights. The flutes and the strings b...

    Suisan Littlentall soared higher and higher well beyond the hellenized hang. “Tis not flames of the fire that I desire”   An...

    Meridith, the muse that thrives in the gardens of poetry Calls away Angst, an old poet master, from slipping into silence As he ...

    When the storm is dangerously calm The birds and the beasts react in a sense As they do when a predator hovers across the sky ...

Agonizing with Morphemes   All was good when trans was with port And there were no problems whatsoever When a trans was connected to...

  Sitting down to write a verse Requires a gifted leading line Perhaps a stunning last curse To upset the good gentry’s - define. Signs of...

  Left to the Stage   Flying into the Square well after the winterfylleth has ceded to the greening snake awakenings - As blosso...

  Rabbit-rabbit. Where is my soul Is it cold in that graven hole Or is there an uplifting tale To be told.   When the hare runs ...

  In that place of noise and ruckus Where the cyclops wears two heads Each one sits in the opposite view And responds to agitations ...

  To arise for Sunday morning blessings  Papa, the shepherd, went out to the fields Leaving his garments behind in their fold. A simple wood...