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Dermis Cells of Clay
Sad eyes of faces from the past set in weathered skin of aging brick heat of summer bakes urban soot into the dermis cells of clay harsh cold of winter winds causes huddled forms to shudder set aside...
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Only Skin Deep
dermis cells of clay marinated in the drippings of birth the sweetness of love the poison of hate the bitter taste of death fully soaked in the varied flavors of life
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The Contender
Surly scent of testosterone muscles it way to the fore, Daring all challengers to break his hold and throw him to the floor. Sweet perfume and downcast eyes, a strand of gentle curl, the slightest...
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The Clichés of Chick Flicks oil and water polarized irritants under the skin back to back stiff shouldered defiance anger’s passion bursts into flame consuming walls of separation melting away...
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Creativity can …
Creativity can be messy at times. I guess that’s why children can be so creative. They don’t mind getting messy in the process. - just a little thought inspired by a blog I wrote today called “Does a...
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A Chill in the Air
On Tuesday you cried upon my shoulder, trusting Jesus to save your soul. On Friday you played the entertainer, making light of fearful faces in the room. ~ You left us in November as the cold was...
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Paging Through the Book
First Chapter – captured in black and white Second Chapter – faded hues of Polaroid Third Chapter – a soap opera on color television Fourth Chapter – awaiting the reviews of critics...
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Dreams of Mourning
Tears dry on my pillow, disappearing like the days. Calendar pages bandage wounds, but clock hands fail to heal. I tumble through my memories hunting for your face, your voice; always around the...
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Halfway Through
Forty-eight inches, a decade of growth, curled into fetal comfort, seeks the safety of mother’s womb. Smooth tender scalp rests on her shoulder, arms encircle her neck. Cuddle toys can’t fill his...
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