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Come take my hand let us walk for a while. Bring your goodness, your beauty, that strawberry blond smile. To an open buffet of laughter and play, with honey dipped toppings a cherry souffle. Where we’ll swirl and twirl through God’s given treats. Unfurl a whirl into heavenly sweets. An evening of bliss not costing a cent. Then lie beneath that fortune cookie tree of content.

Navajo weavers embed a skip, a miss a drop in the pattern— reminder— defiant imperfection humbles the weaver and wearer.   Japanese potters emboss the broken dark porcelain it falls in shards but the hands rework with gilded lines make the forsaken rare— trace cracks praised not hidden.   If I were the weaver, the potter, all would be tangled threads and gold.

You will never see a statue do the breaststroke or the dog paddle in a fountain.

an April night the Christmas lights still up oh it’s alright all time is one it’s always now sweet mantras for bohemians god love ’em // rain & sun & greening up your precious hormones catching fire & even though the poet you’re in lust with says he doesn’t give a damn about your dreams you don’t believe him // dark red blossoms on the bush out front & gauze balls on the neighbors’ tree the beer you’re drinking Psychedelic Cat Grass makes you woozy yet your dream is real the

Freddy   When little Fred goes, I'm going, too. Is there a heaven? The sky isn't blue.   Is anything right? Is anything true? Is there a heaven? I haven't a clue.

Towards Sunset   I am concave today sunken in the hollow Missing hangs empty in the heart space Hope’s light could be lifting, if it weren’t exposing We were children once clipped out of ruled paper, hands gripped tightly, sisters of a sort until time, alleged healer, severed our common We had laughter in summer, a wholeness like the sun, it as a fresh cantaloupe split, the juicy of the living, two halves bursting with seeds We gangly girls dangling in the Evergreens Our feet

Lines   Momma, momma, When will I die? Will it be soon? Will it be soon? Is there anything In the sky - Maybe a heaven Behind the moon?

David “Now at last I’m strong,” Little David said; “And what I was thinking Is clear inside my head.” Then he went to tell them. But age...

FURIES Where does vice go riding on Devil’s back? Somewhere in the desert for nuclear test This is sin. Advertise from house to house To...

In a flash You violated the borders which buried their know thyself You destroyed prisons behind curtains turned ablaze by the spark of...

Enjoy this YouTube video https://youtu.be/WvePIdz_wvc of Janet Kuypers reading her 16-year anniversary cc&d v197 re-release “The...