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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.…
Read MoreFiona, 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…
Read MoreRefining 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…
Read MoreAngel 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…
Read MoreInclinations 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,…
Read MoreLOSS 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…
Read MoreI 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…
Read MoreSo many things // 2021 deep blue river musings @ Debbie Carrier
There are so many things I would like to say to you Now I can only say with my eyes If you were looking you’d notice I am still taken By you. So many words just want to pour out Like sweet apricot jelly I pant. I walk. I pace. I breathe. I pace. I…
Read MoreCOWGIRL 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…
Read MoreNot perfect // 2021 deep blue river musings @ Debbie Carrier
Blessings. Messages. Beneficial. Thoughts. Climbing. Scaling. Up above the wasted worries. Longing. Hoping. Wondering Who you really are? Like a lit song In a fast car Like a still night in a deep pool Like a warm track on a record Healing Me. I wonder. I do not worry, now. I trespass through the areas…
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