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shallow breath.
Hands on hips I stood to stare, shallow breath– I found you there. (just the man I was looking for) Together we ran, still we run on–running into the sun.
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Let’s Run
You choose the destination. Blue sky, dark highway, wet rain, bright sun–let’s run. We will sing loudly, dance freely and learn everything. Life is short, let’s wanderlust, let’s run.
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Haiku–Charm City Style
Thank you Elliot (brainsplats.wordpress.com) for the Versatile Blogger Award. I wrote him a haiku about Baltimore and then forced four scientists to do the same because Elliot enjoys both the...
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Lament for My Squeaky Bra
Sing to me, O Muse, the cause of a squeaky bra on the day I presented my pimped-out PowerPoint of which I was once so proud. Not pearls, heels nor shaky laser pen could take the attention from these...
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Hugs All Over
I want to hug you on Bahia Honda beach or in Baltimore on an autumn afternoon. We can hug in Central Park, or on the glass skywalk over the Grand Canyon. It frightens us both, but I want to hug you...
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Stuff on a Plane
The following haiku was inspired on a recent flight when the woman sitting next to me gave the flight attendant the finger: Stay Wild ripped jeans, snake-skin heels, rocking that Joan Jett mullet....
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She’s An Animal
Hunted Your predatory plans are flawed, my insatiable omnivore. “Surrender– I want the dirty girl hiding behind that sweet face,” you say, salivating. Cornered. Unsuspecting. Prey. You think you will...
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If I Were A Linguist
This morning in the shower I wrote a poem about being a linguist. I am not a linguist, but this is what would happen if I were one. ___________________ If I were a linguist who uses her tongue...
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Ode to a Stray Hair
At first I was like, “Is this my life now? Should I really publish a poem about a stray hair?” and then I remembered that I published a poem about a squeaky bra and also that this is my place to play...
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Idea Sun Bursting
4.30.13 Connecting the dots on his neck, my lips making constellations in the celestial sphere, exposed, we smoothly spread in the vault of heaven Verb Some are lucky enough to uproot, escape the...
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Captured
I want to frame your kisses, write them down, keep them in deep pockets and tightened in jars. Much like a starlit sky, warm summer sand or the wowest we’ve ever felt (x infinity), if only I could keep...
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Sunrise
It sneaks in, pouring like warm honey through the cracks of my window shade. The city streets stretch– and slowly liven as icy dew forms upon my soul, for I too must rise and shine for another day of...
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1 Corinthians 13:14-32
The following is a glimpse into my book of poetry. This goes out to all who have found true love, an eternal flame–for we are the lucky few who deeply and completely understand love at its very core....
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Strobofire
A sky embroidered with a myriad of light, I come as warm dawn, and again, rose-rayed moon. Over and over I fall for our stroboscopic, scattered sparks of fire. Advertisements
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