Tag Archives: Lovers
We Haiku
the forests curved path your warm breath mixing with mine kiss in dappled light
I Am a Rocking Child, Rolling
I am contained by spit and bailing wire, the old go-cart knocked together from peach crates, roller skates, an old wooden skate affixed with bent nails to peach-stained slats. Rocking down hills, round hairpin turns, skipping cracks and gaps. Memory. Bailing … Continue reading
Posted in Creative Writing, Creativity, Poem, poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Love, Lovers, Memory, poem, poetry, Writer, Writer Moe, Writing
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There Is a Thing
To be said, about love. Birthed in the shadow of the rock, a daughter of Tyre thou art my hiding place dozing, salamander curled, nose to tail, fire banked, … Continue reading
Posted in Creative Writing, Love, Lovers, Poem, poetry, Writing
Tagged Love, Lovers, poem, poetry, Writer, Writer Moe, Writing
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Oh, Oppressive (for Augusto Boal)
You hit me / like Boal / hit women. My love. Imagine my surprise.
Posted in Augusto Boal, Love, Lovers, Poem, poetry, Theatre
Tagged Arts, Augusto Boal, Love, Lovers, Oppression, poem, poetry, Shock, Spoken Word, Theatre, Writer, Writing
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