Tag Archives: Waiting on Words

Life Without Logic

Life Without Logic Am a North Wisconsin Hillbilly who writes poetry. Is that even reasonable, let alone logical? Grew up in a big/little town where Sunday’s second service was football, family, screaming at the television as if players whose names … Continue reading

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What is Splendid?

What is Splendid? Ear hears the word imagination rushes to make a path toward memory: Two eagles wing waltzing in life-bond dance of renewal. Trees crowding curve of back country road where black bear cub sits trying to capture dappled … Continue reading

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Snippet

Marananthaheth? “Yez, little one…” Do Dragons dance? “Ummm, why yezz we do. When we fly. We flip, we frolic, how do you zzay? We loopdaloop. Iz that not danzing?” Yes, I guess so… But do you hear music, when you … Continue reading

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On Tree of Life

On Tree of Life Watch myself climb carefully onto branch of long-ago other life. Shaky splayed hands wrapped around cracked bark, which still holds clear sparks of memory. See her there, woman I was, curled tightly on living room sofa. … Continue reading

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Final Bonfire

Final Bonfire Hoarder as well as Hermit. What to do with all this paper, filled with words and images? Two huge metal filing cabinets, dark brown for words beige for images. Top shelf of forever opened closet doors, holds cardboard … Continue reading

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Sandpaper Thoughts

Sandpaper Thoughts Seems of late my thoughts are the texture of coarse sandpaper. Rubbing harshly against sensitive surface of emotions, trying to smooth beat of heart troubled by a world seemingly intent on its own destruction. Elizabeth Crawford  4/15/2018 Note: … Continue reading

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Girl Interrupted

Used to be that girl, “interrupted”. Never been a patient in a mental institution, but often thought I’d fit in perfectly. Fed on mush of fairy-tales, handsome prince on huge white steed, come to rescue, to love forever. Still, kinda … Continue reading

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