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Two-Headed Coin

You said you’d love me, till I lay cold in a box of walnut with silver handles; now I turn the electric blanket to two, and keep my socks on at night. You promised to wear your ring with pride, but melted it down for thirty dollars, You wanted to fall asleep inside me; rock… Continue reading Two-Headed Coin

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There’s something about St. Patrick’s Day

I’ve been told there a wee bit of Irish in my ancestry. As St. Patrick’s Day nears I have a suspicion that a great many people suddenly develop ancestral ties to the land of the Blarney Stone. It’s on my bucket list – to visit the Emerald Isle and plant a big wet one on… Continue reading There’s something about St. Patrick’s Day

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Love

she speaks in the way she moves her purr at my touch silences me

Interesting Facts, life, People, Personal

Saturday’s Child

Monday's child is fair of face, Tuesday's child is full of grace, Wednesday's child is full of woe, Thursday's child has far to go. Friday's child is loving and giving Saturday's child works hard for a living But the child born on the Sabbath Day Is fair and wise and good and gay. *** Saturday's… Continue reading Saturday’s Child

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The Hunt

Rounded yellow eyes track movement up a wall, life’s short

Animals, Birds, My Photos, My Poetry, My Small Stones Poetry, New Zealand, Poetry, writing

Tui

standing out amongst the dawn chorus a lone Tui takes the solo  

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Notes

A new CD, the notes bounce across the carpet.

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Envelope

An envelope larger than the rest, familiar scrawl I’m not forgotten

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Rupert

  yellowed pages from 1910 his words dislodge perception

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Requiem for the alien

Her brown eyes stare at the Y fork in the road. As he turns the car left, she’s back in the taupe coloured room, looking down past her legs spread wide, a pair of grey eyes staring – the colour of steel – above a white slash of cloth that covered the lower half of… Continue reading Requiem for the alien