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A letter to my daughterA Poem by m.s.earlyIf anything remember the trip; the flamingos chasing me away, the Himalayan camels eating everything, the lazy kangaroos. And that I made you .. |
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Mica the coyote and Lusawa his mateA Poem by m.s.earlyHis mother named him Mica from the words of the Dakota because his essence transcended all the others in many packs. His mother's gaze; she fo.. |
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and yet it pleases meA Poem by m.s.earlyShe is stopping me from sleeping. Awakening the knots in my stomach. And yet it pleases me. |
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easy jesusA Poem by m.s.earlyHe saw the truck. He swerved. A thousand familiar faces crowded his mind. Roland cut his name into a Birch tree, then a heart, and Regina at.. |
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from whense it cameA Poem by m.s.earlythe wind came. then the rain. hard and vengeful. blasted through the woods. snatching leaves. hurling limbs. howling like a lover scorned, .. |
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Umbilical cordA Poem by m.s.earlythe dial feverishly, generously takes my finger with the spiral the number has been known by heart for weeks now the nervous ring one then two th.. |
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Is it youA Poem by m.s.earlyYour silence drains me. You're waiting your call. I'm picturing your face blank smiles, blank eyes. I can't grab it. I'm reading you while .. |
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Morning fogA Poem by m.s.earlyThe trees were disjointed until the fog Creeping closer to forest center Now fingers towering over a palm of mist. The treetops a canopy Perch.. |
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hungry for inspirationA Poem by m.s.earlyhungry for inspiration and folding clothes on the back porch, she is certain she missed the life of a gypsy somewhere in her past. and somewhere .. |
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every afternoonA Poem by m.s.earlythere will never be ice on these windows these memories are thermal and well prepared like flower stems and leaves attracting the warm light of our .. |
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