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stay out of my writing . . . — Don’t goad me into a compulsory spoiler like I must warn when my writing’s a toiler too bad if you saunter into my broiler and discover you need to take some heat. When daddy yanked me out, he didn’t warn of his penchant for raping those he’d borne not sorry my story…

perhaps on a beckoning leafy limb . . . — At an early age in the oak-dotted hills learning to invent our homespun thrills backwoods with brushy balms to imbue worries wane roosting before a view. Longing for the days and energy to burn awaken to the stars with an instant yearn plaintively pondering what comes next spiraling around our vociferous vortex…

who knows which way her whimsy goes? — Life is mystifying with this moody little miss of mine she always keeps me guessing as I swig a little more moonshine first she says: “get over here and give me a kiss!” but then she fades for days while her loving I miss my baby is baffling but she can be a ray…

sameness can breed restlessness . . . — For eleven years, I lived in a cabin overlooking wilderness. I moved to that rickety hovel perched on a crumbling cliff because I had to have that view. Waking up to a wall of windows never failed to move me to gratitude for so much blue sky and terrain unblemished…

eight-word story . . . — After watching fellow schoolmates splattered by assault rifle. This was photo was taken yesterday as surviving children were bussed away from yet another school splattered by the blood of a mass shooting. On the 86th day of the year, this is the 139th mass shooting in the USA.

not around here . . . — Since January I’ve been paddling down a muddy atmospheric river which pretty much flooded right by the first day of spring earlier this week. That’s why I’m simply orgasmic over finding this posting by Shreyasi: Spring Has Sprung! To everyone’s delightmedium.com I highly recommend following the links in the above article, as well, to find even…

yet another soggy day twirls like an eddy . . . — A sodden tempest orbits my head like a halo wanna be drilled but not with a bomb cyclone humor’s dampened by my downpour gargle soggy doggies won’t go out for a pinch in this be hatin’ watery paws too much to cut loose squall counter-circulates my sunny disposition springtime got shoved right out of the way by…

a gift for all those snowbound fools . . . — Ain’t got none of those snow-movin’ tools north of my latitude only masochistic fools we wear sun-sparkle sea like tootsie jewels bliss-meister spools a seductive Cali cool. Coastal hills are carpeted in green and gold after two rainy months of winter’s stranglehold bursting buds line our springtide threshold scampering barefoot we still curse…