You

You You you you, I can’t believe it’s you.. You turn frogs into apples and apples into joy You..

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Love and Art

“I think as an artist, to become an artist, you have to love yourself so much.  Then, you have to find someone;  You have to find someone who loves you even more…” He said after I questioned love.  And I thought.  I sunk in my thoughts. Thought upon thought of all the things that I […]

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Rhythmic Time

The world moves in rhythmic Time.  Everything has a pulse, a tempo, a beat.  Like a heart.   Your heart. I found mine skipping along side it with my hand in yours.  I felt it in your fingertips.  I heard it upon your chest.  I crawled inside.  I danced with you.  Though I was out […]

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Romance Novelist

I write romantic things for privileged women who call themselves girls much passed their girlhood. They read with me. They stare at the make-up on their faces. We are made up and lined. Every day, new lines. Crooked lines. Curved lines. Lines lines lines. I pray to whatever god I believe in that day for […]

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Runic Time

“One Time, Two Time;  Three Time, Four..” Time counts his own minutes then stashes them underneath plastic floor boards.  He giggles afterthoughts at the irony of keeping such a hideous heart.  He knows he’s not the one who beats it.  Ribs do that part.   He’s merely a vessel for its’ art.  

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Time Rants

Time rants and Time rages. Time commits and acquits in stages;  all in a dog’s day of Summer.  Time’s ideas are static, though his body frantic.  His mouth, always in motion. Time gives and Time takes. Time makes love and flakes love;  all in a dog’s day.  Time wanders in wonder and then falls apart; […]

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Tick Tock

It was some time.  Not the best.  Not the worst.  Just Time.  And though there were times I knew I brought out the worst in Time, Time was, as Time is; incredulous, omnipresent and overwhelmingly ostentatious. I despised Time.  Yet I had no knowledge or reason or clarity of what Time felt of me.  I […]

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