pear blossoms

pursed white buds protruding from polyps at the clenched ends of near-bare branches like sweet nothings making unlikely exits from the mouths of prudish spinsters women disenchanted by a world's reckless spinning deigning to allow the hope and peace they knew when young shedding winter skin, though bloodless and long-rote…

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Pendulumic

My be-denimed legs pumped, pushing the fragile night air out and away, back to the sky from whence God breathed. I hung back in the swing, considering the coldness of the chain links beneath my clenched fingers. It was Sunday night, and I was spending a few moments in prayer…

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a near-spring sonnet

one hint of spring heralds a chance reprieve jump at the chance to be less reclusive give chase to Sun's rays, bounding, so elusive allow his warm-lipped kisses up my sleeve we hum in the raw heat like black-backed flies awaking from a stupor cold-induced whispy-throated bird calls, i'm seduced…

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Fenceless

My mind is filled with fences, varied in style, wrought iron and picket and hedge, standing resolute. But these are only ever in my dreams. In life I have no boundaries. Bring me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses. Ask me anything, for I wear my heart and my…

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Homage to Hitchcock

It ranks as one of my favorite places in the world. Palo Alto's Stanford Theater has just unveiled its first program for 2008, and it's 10 weeks of Hitchcock ! One of the most recognized directors in the history of film making, Hitchcock set the gold standard for the industry, mastering…

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