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Cartwheeling Through Life

© Cartwheeling Through LifeYears spent unknowingly observingthe ebbing and flowing of the sea,the constant rising and falling ofmy pen as ink flowed across pages,the ups and downs of learnin...
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One Less Egg To Fry

© One Less Egg To FryEyes like a snake’s, she pinned himWith her glare and frosty smile.A soul like an empty museum,One hand on her hip, the otherFlicking the ashes from aRolled smoke, and c...
TEXT M FOR MIMI · 1M ago

What About Brothers Keepers? A Report on A Funny Book

When the muse is away I will post reviews of books I recently finished. Today, Brothers Keepers, and I'm only years and years (the book was originally published in 1975) late in reading this...
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I Am Watched; My Every Move Documented...from "Letters I Never Sent to You"

Sometimes love struggles to survive and letters continue to be written and never sent. There is a reason. And, as each letter is read, it is another chapter to a love story; a little more is...
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Fill Me With Your Love

Fill Me With Your LoveThere’s a bunch of men in most citieswho are handsome as can beand they’ll take you anywhere you wantfor a nominal feeBut you, you only wantedto dance me to the edge, a...
TEXT M FOR MIMI · 2M ago

As If It's Real (a poem by Mimi, your Tumbleweed Contessa)

As If It's RealHaving me some Leonard with my coffeeand my memories of you,there's nothing left to dowhen all our wishes are through.my mind wants to read,my hands want to write,my heart wan...
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No More, a poem

You don't know what you've got 'til it's gone? I don't think so; you knew what you had, you just thought you'd never lose it. It's like giving yourself an allowance--once it is gone, it is N...
TEXT M FOR MIMI · 3M ago

His Old-time Religion Fork

© His Old-time Religion ForkSip, Swish, Spit.Words danced over his tongue;Another thought that departed,That farted and stuttered his flow,That drove him to delirium.Sip, Swish, Spit.Saying ...
TEXT M FOR MIMI · 3M ago

Narrative and Poem -- Stumble. Stop.

Growing up in a funeral home isn’t scary. I've only known life with dead people. I always look at them, the dead. They're the temporary guests in our house, guests I’ve never met before, but...