What if – a prayer By Beth Haist

what if- I am worthy of support I am worthy of having true partnership I am worthy of love- I am worthy of having my heart held I am worthy of being cherished I am worthy of “you rest, I got this” I am worthy to receive I am worthy to receive I am worthy.…

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Fiona, the Seeder for Sale by Fiona Goodwin

There is a seeder in Romania called Fiona For €6500 it can be yours – You just need a piece of land And an intention planned to grow something. Forgive my illusions of grandeur But I like the idea That there is a machine named after me That drills holes and sows seeds, I aspire…

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Refining Our Glow By Kristi Kirby

Known since Conception How to Play How to praise How to love More Humble Loving acts Facts of Forgiveness Surely The captain on Automatic pilot See’s the Danger Acquainted temptations Flaring up While flying through Celestial sparks Humble sounds will Surround Give strength and Will We never knew we Had This is a critical Period…

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Angel food porn by Beth Haist

Today I want to draw the areolas of pomegranates- Bursting peaches, Rippling kale- Slight variations of bent Bananas, A graphite still life of you, Instead I feast on remembering, The circadian rhythm Of our bodies. The custard hot glaze of your tongue. As you sizzle my skin with your own artistry, We laugh at our…

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Inclinations  by Jen Curry 

The leaves are pretty much beyond. Trees are shivering in their nakedness. Conceptual eagerness tries to respond. Desire, completes the cycles of connection. Reimagining our untold fullness, one’s wild boldness. As unimpeded vast, luminous reflections and colorful affections. Primary separation, calls for outside forces. Deep yearnings chime in, attempting to reunify. Like the, king’s men,…

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LOSS OF THE DOVES by  Karen Marie Christa Minns 

You sent me the article: “Mourning doves vanishing in L.A.” O no, my foster-city-of-smudged-angels! Doves were always nesting everyplace I stayed:   the beach, the rolling farm, my squatty loft! Their mellowed chorus   raising me to wake, whether I was ready, or not, Every day. Are they dead now? Or dying  or simply moving? Like…

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I haven’t got a yacht by Fiona Goodwin

My intention is to be in love With life, With my life It’s the only life I have. The problem is – I haven’t got a yacht. It makes me sad when I think about the yacht I haven’t got And all the lovely happy people on the yacht drinking champagne and laughing, It becomes…

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COWGIRL BLUE by karen marie christa minns

Texas, You carry Wild West complete with the Alamo in your eyes. No surrender. Never. Watching you, I feel that salty spill: smashing staccato tattoo in my own heart. Texas, you have come all these years past the Panhandle, West, paying your dues in blood, always paying. Texas, you hooked me with that first line…

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