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My little crawly friends (Part 2)

Five months into my “worms eat my garbage and I could potentially start a potting soil business”, my bossed called me into his office.

My little crawly friends (Part 1)

I’ve been called a granola, Birkenstock wearer and sometimes even eco-terrorist by my family. I admit...
Cherry

Chapter Eight: Stonewash Balls and Desperation Takes Hold

Kate tries to help her brother through his depression but gets distracted by a fertile vision in skin-tight stonewash.
Cherry

THE RAMP poem

Iraq War arms take two smoking tries to roll up the incline, sometimes three

POLAR BEARS poem

Beauty is starkness, hunters awed by the eruption of iceberg sentinels

COME HOME DAD poem

Finally in tears I fled drunkenly into the street mom crying desperately by my side

Moonstruck

Cloud trails part obscure, temporarily the whole from view. Why does moon say so much? Articulate silently, heart rushes of you? Bound to earth, suspended artfully, unseen wires vibrate

The thing that people call love

The first time I saw you, I fell for you. Our eyes met and I knew you were the one,

Gitano

talk, talk, it's only talk... a word with a 't' ...

My Love.

Endless is my love for you Unconditional and true I ask not anything from you Because you are my love. No burden will you be to me There's nothing I wont do for thee
Cherry

Abu Simbel, Egypt.

'I have uncovered a secret beauty, belonging to a past life.'

no consequence

there are a million voices...

The Circus - Chapter Three

“You are the only one who can help,”

Six words, not Five.

Just an interesting observation of one of my friends mind's, and how we choose to see the details and the big picture in varying scales. Comments requested!

Do You Know Me?

You think I'm an object with no mind of my own, But since I met Him I've learned and I've grown, You think I'm a girl who is scared and alone, But I know that at last the way has been shown.

The Calling

Through the winds I hear a voice that echoes softly in my mind the sound of the spirit calls me near On blackest nights On brightest days the voice calls strong beckoning calling

To Be One

When He holds me I feel safe in His arms, When he is with me I feel cherished, When He needs me I feel special, When He takes me I feel loved.
Cherry

27 Repetitions

A short poem I wrote, slightly adapted for this website. I'd be interested to see if you can spot what I've included in the stucture. Comments are not only welcomed, but requested!

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