Building

Tiny barbels
spread out
on a fresh
green cactus.

Tender forms
soon to
take the
thorny stiffness.

How were the
mountains
before this big?

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Orogeny

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go to Kicke out of Kindergarten

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Poetry


zorlone - “Almost a sin?” - A borrowed experience from a good friend which I turned into a poem. The main character asked this question in the end.


Dragon Blogger - “Lovers in Bed” - Another poem of passion between a couple.


Jennifer M Scott - “A Bad Night for a Poet” - I think the title describes it all, perhaps not my best work but it is genuine for what I am feeling at this moment.

Non-Fiction / Personal Memoir / Personal Essay / Philosophy


Dina Tibbs - “Kicke Out Of Kindegarten” - Memoir of my early years being raised by hippies.


Deeptesh Sen - “Dance at Dusk” - It was an experiment with the higher truths of life and profane religious thoughts engendered in this tormented world where only HE can save us again.

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Cliff dwellers

In April, its presence stronger
than its absence, in September
the water of Beaver Creek

I would have guessed
that the creek flows
from left to right
towards the corner bank.

in the direction
out of the plaque of description
of their vanishment guess

Do settlements happen
uphill?

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Montezuma Castle, AZ

A Treat to read

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Prose / Humor / Life Story


The Flavored Mom - “Hello, Muffin” - Contemplating body image, how we define ourselves, when are we at our best and the advantages of maturity.

Poetry


Zorlone - “Summer” - Summer is felt everywhere! I just want to let everyone know how I feel about it.


Himri - “Warm Sage bushes” - Construction from observation –or- How planters dress differently from pullers.


Jennifer M Scott - “Forks Go on the Left” - A poem about purpose.

Dramatic Monologues / Fiction


Webbielady - “Her Last Laugh” - A very short written detail about her final moments in his hands...

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Count to believe

A Bloom A Cactus bloom A Pink Cactus bloom A Shiny Pink Cactus bloom The fifth had all these Left to right and back around a bush my eyes reconnoitered for the exact number of Leilia Hackberry butterflies Seven *************** Supertition Mts, AZ

Crossing the creek

I looked down
to find stones to
put my feet on

Once I had my hold
I looked up
for the next step

many medium
purple butterflies
rose from nowhere

I flit from there
before the
dirty water was
all that was there

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Superstition Mts, AZ.

Until we find

The perfect pair
with just the right angle to stand on
with best former looks

We cant part from the old ones

Even if the sole slants from wear
Even if once rich Golden stripes fade

We cant part from the old ones

Until we find the same.



PS: Tangled ones dont stand a chance.
Who wants to walk like a prisoner?

Call for four hands

A baby boy was taken off a shelf, held on both sides.
When he turned like a pop ball, Father appeared.

Accompaniment

Even when alone
the rhythm of
cooking
once begun
takes over the
hand
possessed
with a mind
to press the
play button
of acoustics.

New reality

Bits of earth thumped up causing the man dressed in formals to bounce. A half crow bar held him in place. With a little bit of synchrony, their hither thither could have been a folk dance. Like the swing transferred to a person from a long wooden pestle pounded into a mortar.

Attire at work

Even with the acacia blooms
the paved path seems
barren without the
warm sage bushes

Work of orange crew
big black gloves
and gardening shears

A tall man stamps
the ground with his feet
and fiddles with a
half crowbar

With his formals
he could pass of
as an engineer of
the building he is
working by

With his light blue gloves
that stop at the wrists
he could be a researcher
in a lab working with
a fine pollination needle

The soil didnt seem stabbed
and there lay a bush that didnt
at the beginning of the week.

Engulfed in thoughts

Huddled in sleep
I could fit an
infant's mosquito net.

When Mirror and Scissor pair

Recall the frustrating moments when you get nothing for something. Thats how I felt many years ago walking out of a hair cuttig place. I wanted the expert to do something about the hair falling into my eyes. Temporarily she pinned it up and chopped the rest not nagging part. All I needed for the big change was a mirror and scissors. And there I had, the result of my handiwork, two bumps of hair right in the front of the head. Nothing short of another hair cut could save my face for the next day at work. And thats how I had a boy cut since then for a whole of six or more years..

Cutting hair sure requires skill.

In response to a prose piece below

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Poetry


Dragon Blogger - “The Golden Tooth” - Random word poem about a fable of an old woman who grew a golden tooth.


Zorlone - “The Cross” - This is a poem I wrote way back in 1993 with some revisions. I was inspired to make this when lent started.


Himri - “Green grain” - About 'life' in a seed.

Prose / Life Stories


artist victoria o'neill - “Cuttiing Your Hair and Drawing on Yourself” - About self expression.

Fiction


H. Benjamin Petrie - “I Really Couldn't Say” - A short story about a guy going to visit a girl and waiting around with her brother for her to get home.

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Tear from the cheek of a repentant old sinner*

Replace all the
contortions of kids
with a calm face

and audio of a
rhythmic dragging up
the voice to make
it more effective

picking up the
oscillations
before they dampen
too much

with mute
Tears of Adults
beautiful
silent
Vestigial.


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*Iolanthe

How I came across a Choka poem

While going over the to be
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About Writing

Writing Nag - “No More Walks In the Woods” - How can taking a break help you in your writing life? And a poem becomes a lyric. Getting away from writing can actually inspire you.

True Story


Hopeful Spirit - “Affirmation of Faith” - A true story about a sign . . . of faith, belief, and hope.

Poetry


Himri - “Somewhere between a bud and a bloom” - About organic growth and its influence.


Jennifer M Scott - “Substantial Inhibition” - A Choka poem on getting older and keep on looking for better days.


Robert - “Icy Torrent” - A poem of questions.

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