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Why, oh why do we persist on poems that love insists? I tire of 'whispering names' on the edge of  'soaring winds' Or 'gentle sighs of the heart' at the mention of 'names' There is this harsh reality -that love... Continue Reading →

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A Dad’s Wedding Speech

(A father reads his letter to the groom) The first to embrace her was me The first to kiss her was me The first to care for her was me Still, I hope you will be the one  to accompany... Continue Reading →

Lead Boots

  “The mountains are so dominant that some days the people refuse to look at them as children turn away from the fathers who beat them” ~ Jim Harrison  from Songs of Unreason Sunset spells the end of play...it's dinner time... Continue Reading →

The Cost of A Story

I sit in my car fervently tapping away on my phone. It’s where I write articles, poems and stories- in total freedom. It’s where I create a doorway -of my choosing - into another world. In this world I’m The... Continue Reading →

Between The Lines

“Nearly everything we are taught is false except how to read” ~  Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason Reading books to fill my time -stories of perfect laughter -tales of action and crime   These fables took me away rocking my... Continue Reading →

Lips and Fonts

“Just beyond the bruised lips of consciousness.” from Birds Again ~ Jim Harrison We try to choose the fonts of prayers that spew beyond bruised lips -to see which format will be acceptable as an offering (blindfolding consciousness) -all the while... Continue Reading →

He Who Has Ears……

We tend to hear the things we want to hear completing the narratives in  our heads -unwilling to consider other tales for mortal fear of showing glaring truth ©Vivian Zems (#Tetractys) Real Toads...Fussy Little Forms The tetractys was invented by... Continue Reading →

Tomorrow

"I’m hoping to be astonished tomorrow by I don’t know what“ from Tomorrow in In Search of Small Gods ~ Jim Harrison https://youtu.be/XU8iCAxAsH4   I’m hoping to be astonished tomorrow by I don’t know what: Perhaps nation will declare peace on nation -as... Continue Reading →

Target Practice

“So I sit on the edge, wagging my feet above the abyss” ~ Jim Harrison from Bridge / Dead Man’s Float How naughty would it be of me to weaponize my poetry? -picking a target getting them in my cross-hairs and PFFFT!... Continue Reading →

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