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Poetry · Writing

Inventory

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smeared paint on the bathroom mirror

red and green hand prints stained,

porcelain’s melting embrace

rattled limbs.

the hallway’s axis

flipped

bedroom stripped of spirit

hangers guarded the carpet

cracked boxes

deserted nightstand

bare picture frames

except one

faced down

ours.

–

stumble fumble tumble

fresh slippery floor

let the inside rain

fall

–

by the time sun shrinks from the blinds

nothing but an empty wrist

a clock ticks further down

halfheartedly.

–

kitchen, doors left ajar

all pots

no lids.

the foyer-

ravaged,

nothing but the furniture,

and there,

a plum purple washcloth,

scent of

lavender

–

and

–

coconut.

–

clenched in a grip

swung the front door

and walked.

Poetry · Writing

The Wizard’s Hands

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“he’s coming he’s coming!

wake Jake wake!”

before Jake could wrestle

the rheum from his eyes

he can hear stomping, doors shutting-

he’s here.

–

a shabby tan pointy hat

he tips it with his right.

cabbages and carrots sit atop an olive cloak

staffs peek outside a wimpy carriage

perfect smoke circles

autumn brown pip in his left palm,

he’s here.

–

“and alas, Valen drew

his last arrow

released it through the oil lamp

struck the great ogre, Duarg in his last eye.”

the old wizard chuckled,

he waved his right palm,

and.

the flames we sat around grew,

“Valen set the ‘hole ogre ablaze-

Stonemerr really let ’em have it.

aye, he was just relieved to retrieve his axe from the beast i reckon,

from thee other eye.”

he paused again,

Jake wrestled the growing sweat from his temple

the wizard meets each of our eyes

rose his left hand,

“an that is the battle of Tison,

just outside their neighboring forest”

–

Jake remembers,

the stories his mama used to tell

of the wizard

mostly dressed in brown

in his left hand-

the power of life,

spawn blooming lush like Tison’s forest,

seas deep as the oceans of Sophis,

an his right-

capable of leaving cities in ruins

fire that could cover our village

an more-

–

wizard wizard

where will you go,

as Jake returned to the present,

the wizard

pipe in left,

“i never left you hatchlings”

he raised his right hand-

sweat from Jake’s brow

dripped past his lip.

with the smoke from his pipe

he snuffed the near flames

a gale rose our hats

Jake’s eyes grew

the wizard brought thumb

and finger together,

his right hand

suspended

his eyes paused on mine-

he snapped-

and.

he was gone

Poetry · Writing

On the Dedication of a Statue

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hear ye hear ye!

go

embrace our champion, ser Christian

dazzle his soles with roses

with your affection!

oh ser Christian, you are so strong

held the young and needy

by the skin of their throats,

Deus Vult!

oh champion, you are so wise

disturbed endless prayers

set torches to their churches,

Deus Vult!

oh champion, you are so brave

crossed with unarmed peasants

constructed a river of their blood,

Deus Vult!

praise thee praise thee, champion

oh ser Christian!

protect these lands!

Deus Vult!

Poetry · Writing

Marisol’s Apogee

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“you wouldn’t grow without me”

mocked the sun.

leaky petals scurried

across untamed fields;

Marisol wept.

–

no matter Marisol’s nimble roots

the sun endlessly on her trail,

up till

the sun splits west

and Marisol hears the moon-

her voice, one more time.

–

Marisol awaits the east for her beauty

while the night-gales slumber;

her song supports, feeds

safeguards

choir of shining lights glimmer

on her every note.

clouds part as she journeys after the

villain

one day

she’ll trap him.

Poetry · Writing

on the desert’s back

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tender fantasy;

atop a spirited colt

nurturing our prized ten-acre

of controlled

wild wilderness.

–

gritty dreaming;

hubba bubba poppin’ over freshly

brushed mounds,

salty breeze and thirty ounces of ash

blasted-

over Coors stadium on a tuesday

summer night.

–

vast idea;

reaching-

reaching- open palmed

to an open night sky on desert’s back

unbound

Poetry · Writing

for hard enough

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deep below the surface

past the dirt

the roots

below the unseen life

rests a weary, enchanted mole.

–

the child snickers from underneath her

covers:

“a mole? with magic?”

–

“what’s so unbelievable about that?”

meeting her dark, hidden gaze

–

she erupts from her burrow-

the covers act her cloak-

“well, how come no one’s seen it?”

her hands curl into whiskers.

–

“maybe we have,”

the child’s face melts into a waiting palm,

weariness in, wonder out,

–

“maybe we have,

and we weren’t looking for

hard enough.”

Poetry · Writing

field study for an arsonist

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“would you burn this all down, to save her?”

his open palm gestured behind him

highlighting a mostly vacant parking lot

convenience store with a couple of loiterers

water-damaged apartment complex with towels hanging from railings

kids playing make-believe

a couple- a couple maybe returning from a lively first date

snickering and whispering, a future alive in their clasped hands

and a homeless man.

–

I would.

Poetry · Writing

fixative

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i only shot photos

in black & white

color escapes my canvas;

stellar collapsed bridges

leading to sinking cites

hills brushed by a gray breeze

& dying trees.

until-

a night at the Exchange

monochrome strobe

smoke & rays

then you;

silky cardinal dress,

polished amber hair,

eyes sleepy royal, brighter than the moon.

now in my darkroom’s ruby glow,

your colors bloom, a permanent print

the hills await a hinted tint,

the grayscale world begins to show

a spectrum lurking, longing within

i see them now, i see them now-

your cardinal, amber, royal light

exposing all my endless nights.