Daily Archives: May 31, 2013

Stampeding ghosts

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Ghosts stampeding across the abyss of sky laced in fleshy pink incandescence.

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Buried sustenance

In the midst of jaw-dropping awe, when voice escapes you, just know that it’s ok to leave your tongue tucked away under the same stone or rotten snag where you found an entire ant colony  busying their heads with buried … Continue reading

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Uprooting memories

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Trees hang over my every thought, teasing follicles of syllables to sprout in my cerebral cortex. I uproot memories and send them falling into your sight, magically levitating at a safe height.

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Meaning <

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Meaning < Less? Less = more Meaning who? You + me = Two too many Meaning when? Today + Tomorrow – Yesterday = Left overs Meaning what? 3 x Meals^2 = Three square meals…

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Target practice

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Do right by your name, let it stand and take aim at all the true targets worth nailing head-on with sharpened speed and arched vertebrae. Follow through with your sighting, visualize the middle path…

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Priest Pass Road

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As the storm approached, I lept out of my car and frantically snapped a dozen photos before the rain started pelting down. The bold light grade of the road starkly contrasts with the foreboding…

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My glass memory

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At night when I flip the switch OFF and the only remnant of light shines through the blinds from some distant lunar bulb screwed in skyward over vacant streets, I descend into dreams, far…

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Slipstream

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Just as the sun sets over the slipstream of our dreams, today the dawn has surfaced our plan, our purpose, our positive energy.

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