Beautiful Child

First breath pierces autumn chill,hazel eyes greet my blue.Strands of hair wound tight around fat fingersmy heart bleeds into yours. Run! Run! Run! scarlet leaves tumble as we dance, gold sparks of memoriesignite our sleeping minds. See the starry night swirl,the fallen acorns scatter and crunch beneath our feet. Feel the edge of timestrip flesh …

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Sequoia

I dreamed of shadows and sheltered things beneath the tree with golden leaves. Today the mighty trunk sliced bare as bone, the rings rough and splintered, you take my hand as we count the lives together. A thousand deaths, a thousand loves, a thousand circles bound us with frayed fibers, spinning its thread, the splinters …

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When I lie down to die I hope you make a feathered nest of downy white flicked with silvery gold, and its velvet strands will be enough to cradle my fading heart. When I lie down to die and the last tear slips across my cheek, I hope the doves will gather to coo a melody strung with faded memories into my …

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Quick, what rhymes with Franco?

The following vlog was inspired by James Franco's poetry reading he recently did for Obama's inauguration. (Franco was very good in Freaks and Geeks, love him.) It's a poem about being a mom. A mom desperate to get through yet another hectic morning without having a nervous breakdown. Watch my video to see if I can make it through …

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Beautiful Child

Gasping your first breath on a cold fall day, your hazel eyes greeted my blue. A strand of my hair locked tight in your grasp, I let my heart bleed into yours. We ran together through the scarlet leaves, our dance tinged with memories of gold. You showed me the starry night, the seashell warmed by the sun, the bumpy …

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Life is Better with a Pint of Vermont’s Finest

You came to me much like a dream, bold yet sweet, you reigned supreme. One tiny taste and I was sunk, this crazy lust, I willingly drunk. With promises of sugar and spice, I gobbled you up, my wicked vice. Thoughts of you would enter my day, I had to be with you, there was no …

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