tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56513125929192824362023-12-30T10:58:15.298-08:00Audrey Howitt Poetry, Alive and WellI love poetry. I love the instant hit it gives me. I love reading it. I love writing it. All poetry on this site is copyright protected. Please do not copy or use without permission.Audrey Howitt aka Divaloungerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06854425983822589062noreply@blogger.comBlogger340125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5651312592919282436.post-17556952650481521022022-05-30T12:18:00.000-07:002022-05-30T12:18:04.397-07:00April Afternoons<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJkmf7rx2gB94f1uuLIcHOzgs-a7RAYZOCBbFhB5ljvw6a-zw0HygaFs-uGVhwiBKOM2bw8KgBLysY29XOdXE6itQ97l0cIIFoKBXU0HlnfOQCJ4FWrZ34i2dW41Ls9m4gX21XBJwDzW_OAw-mbTb-M31_sauD_Tj5HudO-VIoOOfbtJeq_VM9w3iv6Q/s3162/1454851061q271p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3162" data-original-width="2230" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJkmf7rx2gB94f1uuLIcHOzgs-a7RAYZOCBbFhB5ljvw6a-zw0HygaFs-uGVhwiBKOM2bw8KgBLysY29XOdXE6itQ97l0cIIFoKBXU0HlnfOQCJ4FWrZ34i2dW41Ls9m4gX21XBJwDzW_OAw-mbTb-M31_sauD_Tj5HudO-VIoOOfbtJeq_VM9w3iv6Q/s320/1454851061q271p.jpg" width="226" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;">MorgueFile by GaborfromHungary</p><p><br /></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">wait, spring will find you<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">look for emergent grubs under the
underbrush<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">when newly hatched birds<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">are hungriest<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">or motes that dance on <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">pale afternoon light <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">through slanted windows<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">its warmth teaches <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">glimmering seedlings to push <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">through dirt and claim their spot<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">advancing spring claims its horizon<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">shadows thicken<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">the gloaming finds us both<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">in its gentled hand<o:p></o:p></p><p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in; padding: 0in;">a tinkle
of glasses marks a win at cards<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in; padding: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in; padding: 0in;">copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2022</p>
</div>Audrey Howitt aka Divaloungerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06854425983822589062noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5651312592919282436.post-55924840427337569232022-03-27T12:02:00.006-07:002022-03-27T12:02:56.838-07:00The Calendar Game<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7ULn6cgL9Rr4K-qlKYz1dbegmvDcMhwcXkhbJaQ8XgDcnbyWp7nf7-0dK35VSSD-QvAfmf0_O9oFVRBR5osoHWHG1sQi9LWuKvnIEEuxVm9L3BDlr32_yimIg2NELeu7PUiUqVUA0XHA8sdzTkUzFTNcVVzZ_38gYDjctxP22OE7_7-7GOm0XP7k9fg/s1280/file000291531943.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1280" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7ULn6cgL9Rr4K-qlKYz1dbegmvDcMhwcXkhbJaQ8XgDcnbyWp7nf7-0dK35VSSD-QvAfmf0_O9oFVRBR5osoHWHG1sQi9LWuKvnIEEuxVm9L3BDlr32_yimIg2NELeu7PUiUqVUA0XHA8sdzTkUzFTNcVVzZ_38gYDjctxP22OE7_7-7GOm0XP7k9fg/s320/file000291531943.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">MorgueFile by forghis</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;">in the end, the smallest actions<br />count the most<br />a slow drip of persistence<br />a container to catch it<br />hold its freshness </p><p style="text-align: left;"><br />how should I count these days<br />so long in passing<br />as they slide into each other<br />knocking each one onto its backside,</p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: left;">this plague will be with us for years<br />reflected in daily case and death counts<br />roll the dice--</div><div style="text-align: left;">advance or not--</div><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br />it is a game best played sober<br />or so the rules say,<br />laminated on mustard-yellow paper<br />parked under a refrigerator magnet <br />to avoid destruction in this life or the next<br />laminate is a 500-or-more-year thing</p><p style="text-align: left;"><br />copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2022</p>Audrey Howitt aka Divaloungerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06854425983822589062noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5651312592919282436.post-66283962995326422162022-02-13T10:46:00.002-08:002022-02-13T10:46:26.431-08:00 Time Loses Substance<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiKGWRSMzwnYSGjNprtnXXwknzHVoqxz4daloAnnNB5lUgwfXRJddcqko1HXg-JvtRF8JiKvVVlc4YYndrQ99KMx4IaEuIHGMRsyTJFwzJAuaVwfk7CtZoKoXsCovEv_cANVvtCKm8OAF4tq7ShVzNpEnZEY4M8FKREG6LIVuHMWsq5ESaqcKWOW1cEww=s7952" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="7952" data-original-width="5304" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiKGWRSMzwnYSGjNprtnXXwknzHVoqxz4daloAnnNB5lUgwfXRJddcqko1HXg-JvtRF8JiKvVVlc4YYndrQ99KMx4IaEuIHGMRsyTJFwzJAuaVwfk7CtZoKoXsCovEv_cANVvtCKm8OAF4tq7ShVzNpEnZEY4M8FKREG6LIVuHMWsq5ESaqcKWOW1cEww=s320" width="213" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #111111; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "San Francisco", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Ubuntu, Roboto, Noto, "Segoe UI", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: nowrap;">Photo by </span><a href="https://unsplash.com/@anniespratt?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText" style="background-color: whitesmoke; box-sizing: border-box; color: #767676; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "San Francisco", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Ubuntu, Roboto, Noto, "Segoe UI", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-decoration-skip-ink: auto; transition: color 0.1s ease-in-out 0s, opacity 0.1s ease-in-out 0s; white-space: nowrap;">Annie Spratt</a><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #111111; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "San Francisco", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Ubuntu, Roboto, Noto, "Segoe UI", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: nowrap;"> on </span><a href="https://unsplash.com/s/photos/old-shutters?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText" style="background-color: whitesmoke; box-sizing: border-box; color: #767676; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "San Francisco", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Ubuntu, Roboto, Noto, "Segoe UI", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-decoration-skip-ink: auto; transition: color 0.1s ease-in-out 0s, opacity 0.1s ease-in-out 0s; white-space: nowrap;">Unsplash</a></p><p><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p>we leave shutters open in fear</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">that inner storms
won’t pass easily.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">rooting. pinned
in chairs.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">day five or
seven, it doesn’t matter. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">blinding each
other in battles of syllables<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">crusted with
yesterday’s hates and today’s small uncertainties,<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">decorating cakes in pained pastels.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p> .</o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">better to
butter your bread<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">singe tea,<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p>collapse inside
yourself</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">on this dusky
morning.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">sew lips closed<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">as shutters
clack against painted clapboard</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">and we measure out planned vacancies.<o:p></o:p></p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p><br /></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p><br /></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p>Copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2022. </o:p></p>Audrey Howitt aka Divaloungerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06854425983822589062noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5651312592919282436.post-21299191630270904542022-01-30T09:46:00.003-08:002022-01-30T09:46:56.227-08:00Miles to Go <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEguzk1X4oWzdGqnMzptc3itHavuZtqMZxix_3UvJu2c8wMmEmrijuEzhWmMmAipkXPQgrkqXe2J42DiDyVH6TUXy3zhe69F7llqNiPZnN-GMKMPA11Tx_H9DGVhT3KDyd9jp69hJjdqvrMuMeDOlcL3qlAGao7eanpcSaIM95g9bJ2bgobvIbdkNY4j9g=s1600" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1194" data-original-width="1600" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEguzk1X4oWzdGqnMzptc3itHavuZtqMZxix_3UvJu2c8wMmEmrijuEzhWmMmAipkXPQgrkqXe2J42DiDyVH6TUXy3zhe69F7llqNiPZnN-GMKMPA11Tx_H9DGVhT3KDyd9jp69hJjdqvrMuMeDOlcL3qlAGao7eanpcSaIM95g9bJ2bgobvIbdkNY4j9g=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> Morguefile: Alin</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">When this is done</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I will lay you here<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">in that thin line<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">between earth and air<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I will stop crying--<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">eyes will have dammed themselves<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">behind sloughs and marsh lands<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">where sanctuary now resides<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">When this is done</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I will know who I am <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">and where my feet are<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">And if I am lucky<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I will lie down with you<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">your laugh, fast and hard<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">behind my eyes. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2022</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> </span></o:p></p></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p>Audrey Howitt aka Divaloungerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06854425983822589062noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5651312592919282436.post-67580901461664729852021-08-15T10:06:00.005-07:002021-08-15T13:16:31.561-07:00 Do Strawberries Contain the Meaning of Life? <p><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqpT0x4T-UvtihtO-1kVIYHdJ8mzgvYxoCkbQLvHH69cIOBMjtwA3kDkt9HYrENOMNa0_6ZujtuMxWAy4dsLAICLUtYfK2f8s_11OIFaMzMXYZcJ4Ft-qn8UT47cnR0XItUjFsTRGaLG3s/s1920/strawberries-1339969_1920.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1281" data-original-width="1920" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqpT0x4T-UvtihtO-1kVIYHdJ8mzgvYxoCkbQLvHH69cIOBMjtwA3kDkt9HYrENOMNa0_6ZujtuMxWAy4dsLAICLUtYfK2f8s_11OIFaMzMXYZcJ4Ft-qn8UT47cnR0XItUjFsTRGaLG3s/s320/strawberries-1339969_1920.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><o:p><br /></o:p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><o:p><span face=""Open Sans", Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #191b26; margin: initial; padding: initial; white-space: nowrap;">Image by <a href="https://pixabay.com/users/pezibear-526143/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=1339969" style="color: #191b26; cursor: pointer; margin: initial; outline: none; padding: initial;">Pezibear</a> from <a href="https://pixabay.com/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=1339969" style="color: #191b26; cursor: pointer; margin: initial; outline: none; padding: initial;">Pixabay</a></span><span face=""Open Sans", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #191b26; white-space: nowrap;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p><br /></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">I wanted to
forget how to feel,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">unreeling old
celluloid 64 mm <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">on sheets in
memory<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">a perfect day
by a stream<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">this two-year-old
with hair so blond<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">it disappeared
in the sun<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">bounced on his
lap<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">cigarette
hanging from his lips<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">Brylcreem shine
on curls I would inherit<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">wind pulled ash
from his face<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">into tinkling
water<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">patched lives
can look like anything<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">even a
strawberry offered on a summer day<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">copyright/all rights reserved Audrey M. Howitt 2021</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">Posted to <a href="https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/08/writers-pantry-83-its-spooky-time.html">Poets and Storytellers</a></p>Audrey Howitt aka Divaloungerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06854425983822589062noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5651312592919282436.post-3208566880885641402021-07-26T19:20:00.000-07:002021-07-26T19:20:08.886-07:00small kindnesses<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOAHYa4Eb91XhLXJOMJGBWqXT5zu6hIgwOpvtBjgkGpPz-nwzlygqHAKUzgz5XaF89vogUanLGe_iLLeXwzhN-a6bQZjdFAwt29CeQWT0-tJd7eQ7n4a2YSJVVNYztlOyz-I3c9Y-pSJYP/s2048/0b2885e7b5d18b7ff053ecc213baa9f6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1366" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOAHYa4Eb91XhLXJOMJGBWqXT5zu6hIgwOpvtBjgkGpPz-nwzlygqHAKUzgz5XaF89vogUanLGe_iLLeXwzhN-a6bQZjdFAwt29CeQWT0-tJd7eQ7n4a2YSJVVNYztlOyz-I3c9Y-pSJYP/s320/0b2885e7b5d18b7ff053ecc213baa9f6.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Morguefile</div><div style="text-align: center;">ttronslien</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>I turn and watch<br />
see the face beside me<br />
engaged in frustration<br />pulling out the correct amount<br />
for coffee<br />
her four-year-old pulling at her jacket<br />
distraction is the flavor of the day<br />
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she searches for a penny or a nickel or something<br />
torn between two worlds<br />
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my five is ready<br />
I place it on the counter quickly<br />
just to see her eyes change<br />
to see the person underneath<br />
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startled, she reveals just a bit<br />
all in her eyes<br />
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La verdadera sonrisa del agua", de Héctor Valdivia. acrílico s/masonite 2014 colección particular<br />
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My garden feasts upon detritus</div>
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left behind.</div>
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outcasts mold their companions</div>
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from fractured bones and algae </div>
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to walk among the dead,</div>
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their dreams a foretelling<br />
of sunsets decried<br />
by voices blistered.<br />
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growing roots through trees,<br />
birds flutter, wings made of glass,<br />
songs muted on pan pipe drifts.<br />
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Were it not so quiet,<br />
i would build fences,<br />
but the dead seldom speak,<br />
they are busy with each other.<br />
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Audrey Howitt aka Divaloungerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06854425983822589062noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5651312592919282436.post-11624679106848016012021-03-12T07:59:00.002-08:002021-05-16T09:22:27.553-07:00The Unsure Path<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyhOeodSUuUz8zXlKZebd-kHvABArcc49tBmYMJ6ZcMGUvnsCRQWGywN3_XyW8JK4NnhpN65X2YEs3KNKbIRdhEfVXpWYLpLCVKbumnig-b1CxC41cL1H0SF5v_FuAVFVG1y5P4rMeZL9E/s1800/6277e82f01bc82167ad303aa66d4b975.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyhOeodSUuUz8zXlKZebd-kHvABArcc49tBmYMJ6ZcMGUvnsCRQWGywN3_XyW8JK4NnhpN65X2YEs3KNKbIRdhEfVXpWYLpLCVKbumnig-b1CxC41cL1H0SF5v_FuAVFVG1y5P4rMeZL9E/s320/6277e82f01bc82167ad303aa66d4b975.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Morguefile</div><div style="text-align: center;">by Remaa</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>
forgotten words kindle embers<div>that no longer find me <div>in night's inky coolness</div><div><br />now I set my heart aside<br />
wait for you to find yourself here</div><div>an icon breathing prayer<br />
near my veins</div><div><br />
filtering<br />
each beat of you,<br />
your eyes knowing me<br />
and the child </div><div>gathering inside you each day </div><div><br /></div><div>the coins I use to barter for life</div><div>have found their way into your pocket</div><div><i><br />are we not all one</i></div></div><div>my mama always said</div><div><br /></div><div>spend wisely</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>copyright/all rights reserved 2021 Audrey Howitt</div><div><br /></div><div>Posted for <a href="https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/05/writers-pantry-70-words-for-healing.html">Poets and Storytellers</a></div><div><br /></div></div>Audrey Howitt aka Divaloungerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06854425983822589062noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5651312592919282436.post-64117011108514954052021-02-23T07:19:00.000-08:002021-02-23T07:19:06.866-08:00Escape<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFRd5_ANvOA5g-nlX_vzvi3m5J0vO571UAD8xe61S4wFKDfm7TIzjQOBokSKkS1YqDx54teRSD-M_NyrtnY5cJmKZ8PQTE13Ho9x1Z4tmtngD78zkADkA-9zzzKt4koRdMOon12jclsdUP/s2048/64662ec815104f44607e1a76ae6d1683.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFRd5_ANvOA5g-nlX_vzvi3m5J0vO571UAD8xe61S4wFKDfm7TIzjQOBokSKkS1YqDx54teRSD-M_NyrtnY5cJmKZ8PQTE13Ho9x1Z4tmtngD78zkADkA-9zzzKt4koRdMOon12jclsdUP/s320/64662ec815104f44607e1a76ae6d1683.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Morguefile</div><div style="text-align: center;">thesuccess</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>open the pantry door sister<div>go ahead, make a decision<br /><br />open or closed<div>it's all the same to me<br /><br />little to teethe on<br />some dry crust<br />a couple of dented cans you shouldn't touch<br />best by dates ten months gone now.</div><div><br />does flour last forever? <br />I hear the weevils get it</div><div>when you leave it alone too long.</div><div><br />can I make an independence cake<br />out of what is left? </div><div>Lord knows I need one.</div><div><br />recipes tell me I need a quart of brandy and twenty pounds of flour<br />the rest is just for fun. <br /><br /><br />copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2021<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><br /></p></div></div>Audrey Howitt aka Divaloungerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06854425983822589062noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5651312592919282436.post-27865147301393495042021-02-14T09:02:00.003-08:002021-02-14T10:20:37.849-08:00Brailled Maps<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsdHy_0HDnZow1osudM5OcJMHwcBoJlDjLy1VdjHwnNHzwnAQlu_FEKSi-xU3TX9iqVjdW3R-NA4LdkhTkBRTp_Z26tyhaxfSNfYNy3N3I2NyM6SzAo-F4sgA20gUpdm8QIVPt2ZuvTgNA/s2048/9dc3dc2f542bed3a96816c442dfc11c3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsdHy_0HDnZow1osudM5OcJMHwcBoJlDjLy1VdjHwnNHzwnAQlu_FEKSi-xU3TX9iqVjdW3R-NA4LdkhTkBRTp_Z26tyhaxfSNfYNy3N3I2NyM6SzAo-F4sgA20gUpdm8QIVPt2ZuvTgNA/s320/9dc3dc2f542bed3a96816c442dfc11c3.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Morguefile</div><div style="text-align: center;">GaborfromHungary</div> <br /><br /><br />hope is a river in the dark <br />heard but not seen, <br /><br />moving on its own <br />binding skin to muscle. <br /><br />one foot, then another <br />shedding sadness, like <br />too many clothes in summer’s heat<div> <br />dripping off the depth of cuts <br />left by those who inflict booming cruelty.<br /><br />the trickle an echo swallowed <br />beneath thought’s closed book.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>copyright all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2021</div><div><br /></div><div>Posted to <a href="https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/02/writers-pantry-57-infinite-variety.html">Poets and Storytellers United Pantry</a><br /> <br /><br /> <br /><br /> </div></div>Audrey Howitt aka Divaloungerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06854425983822589062noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5651312592919282436.post-78411592193887501032021-02-07T07:23:00.001-08:002021-02-07T09:43:15.806-08:00A Lesson in Futility<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvNWmjY-0nPZWBfYhX5GosV-efBMDOTSFmFnzvVhJZvmZtAdlvNcRb6Re6NekKwoopeMVEXnjx23DRam3KL3oY3-I7Qr5Xp6obD9oE2qJ18X1sKecYq5BC54uJSTZ8vFJ2ITXU1e312EMQ/s2048/67200a137a8afb82494db9fdb34bd818.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvNWmjY-0nPZWBfYhX5GosV-efBMDOTSFmFnzvVhJZvmZtAdlvNcRb6Re6NekKwoopeMVEXnjx23DRam3KL3oY3-I7Qr5Xp6obD9oE2qJ18X1sKecYq5BC54uJSTZ8vFJ2ITXU1e312EMQ/s320/67200a137a8afb82494db9fdb34bd818.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Morguefile</div><div style="text-align: center;">GaborFromHungary</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>damp thickens<br />
throwing roots<br />
through febrile air<br />
destined for vacuous couplets,<br />
a shared cocktail as they tender thoughts <div>of what could have been<br />
had ears taken the place of mouths<br />
<br /><br />copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2021</div><div><br /></div><div>Posted for <a href="https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/02/writers-pantry-56-random-bits-of-blog.html">Poets and Storytellers</a></div><div>
<br /></div>Audrey Howitt aka Divaloungerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06854425983822589062noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5651312592919282436.post-78661700219556403032021-01-23T18:18:00.002-08:002021-01-24T08:32:37.463-08:00Vessel <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />like syrup, it pours out <br />into rocked creek bed, <br />soothing edges left raw <br />by dogged news cycles <br /><br />breath falls open, <br />the body’s currency <br />freely afloat in tender trade <br />seeking safe harbor. <br /><br />each refuge marks a deeper map, <br />an oasis founded on currents of air <br /><br />a pilgrimage to spaces between, <br />unfold pressed thoughts <br />fluttered into place <br />where petaled flowers <br />need no light.<div><br /></div><div>Copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2021</div><div><br /></div><div>Posted for <a href="https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/01/writers-pantry-54-new-dawn.html">Poets and Storytellers</a><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji2bc8mi4jmAO1j7jPg5YexAVD-CcgZbMm_4p-EH0GFwyPqhZs4SabBkEv9GNJupQRLi-6g_KOo6uvg90QKBlkXNfOZVD5lQD2w593Rd6kPf9oFzuFFGJD7PFsPgW5fuCUzGGgxuzQlScx/s2048/4536faa0e98b41ba5300eb0dd8bbae5a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji2bc8mi4jmAO1j7jPg5YexAVD-CcgZbMm_4p-EH0GFwyPqhZs4SabBkEv9GNJupQRLi-6g_KOo6uvg90QKBlkXNfOZVD5lQD2w593Rd6kPf9oFzuFFGJD7PFsPgW5fuCUzGGgxuzQlScx/s320/4536faa0e98b41ba5300eb0dd8bbae5a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Morguefile</div><div style="text-align: center;">3rd world man</div></div>Audrey Howitt aka Divaloungerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06854425983822589062noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5651312592919282436.post-9169832607473574252021-01-15T07:20:00.002-08:002021-01-17T10:01:38.306-08:00Leavings<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj08dmkkEvqCOpwkfxsQfT2mBcUHk951CfmnMV8nt12DD3IWnO0I-l8YpIlojqVPBIlu2GGc0RjN8P1ijqjrM05e3X-hB0I3OSSWjKm-8fNc-SU7OMF-j0ZYxVU4Zn6xdoVnmh-tJno5utD/s2048/25ccc886f545033cf483f05f7e16cfa3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj08dmkkEvqCOpwkfxsQfT2mBcUHk951CfmnMV8nt12DD3IWnO0I-l8YpIlojqVPBIlu2GGc0RjN8P1ijqjrM05e3X-hB0I3OSSWjKm-8fNc-SU7OMF-j0ZYxVU4Zn6xdoVnmh-tJno5utD/s320/25ccc886f545033cf483f05f7e16cfa3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Morguefile</div><div style="text-align: center;">Gleangenie</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>when your words ended<br />
I sat still trying to absorb them<br />
as they flew past me on the breeze<br />
you created </div><div>when you slammed the door<br />on your way out</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Copyright/All rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2021</div><div><br /></div><div>Posted for <a href="https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/01/writers-pantry-53-bicentenary-of-anne.html">poets and storytellers united</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Audrey Howitt aka Divaloungerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06854425983822589062noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5651312592919282436.post-61009973547847763422021-01-03T08:30:00.004-08:002021-01-10T09:03:56.913-08:00Balm<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDbYdi4yGtuiYdaNK5Dz9DfjoiGqrJPme-4c0tXMTMV4OnidJQeJf1oFAD65Nl_Gz1qYSP6SI1PMEfeI7fBxrh_jr_RPFUB7KfLLE7hx3x_r9-6RxHVbQvFlAI98zvdxXzZAZLFPCLA7Va//" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDbYdi4yGtuiYdaNK5Dz9DfjoiGqrJPme-4c0tXMTMV4OnidJQeJf1oFAD65Nl_Gz1qYSP6SI1PMEfeI7fBxrh_jr_RPFUB7KfLLE7hx3x_r9-6RxHVbQvFlAI98zvdxXzZAZLFPCLA7Va//" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><div style="text-align: center;">Morguefile</div><div style="text-align: center;">Gleangenie </div><br /><br /><br />It’s time. <br />Put down your guns, <br />your anger.<br />In this time of death neither helps. <br />Dominoes fall one by one <br />until they become a sea <br />washing up on an empty shore <br /><br /> <br />It’s time. <br />Handle each with care, <br />wash away the hard breaths <br />that fill the end <br />tears are warm. <br />Help them remember,<br />one hand on another<br /><br /> <br />It’s time. <br />Let them go, <br />the wind will carry <br />all we need. <br />Bind wounds, <br />remember our job <br />is to care for each other.</span><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2021</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I have just started writing again after a long absence. May we all find peace and healing this year. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Posted for <a href="https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/">poets and storytellers united</a></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Stay safe everyone<br /></span><div style="border-bottom: solid windowtext 1.5pt; border: none; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; mso-element: para-border-div; padding: 0in 0in 1pt;">
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</div></div>Audrey Howitt aka Divaloungerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06854425983822589062noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5651312592919282436.post-49937668533961285032020-08-02T10:07:00.000-07:002020-08-02T10:07:17.415-07:00July 4, 2020<br />
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we normally
barbecue burgers<br />
let potato salad wilt in afternoon heat<br />
spit watermelon seeds against oak trees<br />
raise flags, drink iced tea and warm beer<br />
as dusk draws down<br />
into purple, and then black<br />
punctuated with shimmered light<br />
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but this year<br />
hollowed out,<br />
we pick ourselves up <o:p></o:p></div>
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read these
words<o:p></o:p></div>
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and hold
them to the light<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br />
we lost our way<br />
have allowed this destruction of life<br />
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he bends justice watching it break<br />
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abdicates responsibility<o:p></o:p></div>
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abandons us
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sacrificial
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pummels, incites,
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stroking,
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his fragile
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a death clock ticks <o:p></o:p></div>
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130,000 dead
and counting<br />
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now is the time<br />
end this long train<br />
of abuses<br />
of tears<br />
of death<br />
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signed,<br />
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I left you
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to watch
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to know that
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its granular
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was the syntax
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liquid language
lost <o:p></o:p></div>
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I watch that
back fall into me<o:p></o:p></div>
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one last
time<o:p></o:p></div>
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as the tide goes
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their dreams washed clean<br />
in black and white pictures<br />
we keep on the refrigerator<br />
to remind us of better times<br />
when we could find our way home<br />
<br />
their gray shades park benches<br />
during summer's heat<br />
their refuse an opaque heaven<br />
purchased with the skin of small drums<br />
kept for violent dances<br />
<br />
bend down<br />
pick up a piece of paper<br />
left behind<br />
see if your name is inside<br />
<br />
if you tilt it just so<br />
you'll see the litany of saints<br />
pray for us<br />
deliver us<br />
recycle us<br />
<br />
energy meets energy<br />
as gods dance<br />
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gingerbread
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where
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go to work in
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owned by meringues<o:p></o:p></div>
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who live under
plastic wrap <o:p></o:p></div>
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for
protection<o:p></o:p></div>
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never really
comprehending <o:p></o:p></div>
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that moments
collide <o:p></o:p></div>
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without
warning<o:p></o:p></div>
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sluicing out
the chaff<o:p></o:p></div>
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for every good
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when the
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for everyday
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there are
100 when they do<o:p></o:p></div>
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I forget to
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the gray
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consumed
elsewhere<o:p></o:p></div>
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in a series
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Wallstreet, Penn
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shitstorms fly<o:p></o:p></div>
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while I look
for a mitzvah <o:p></o:p></div>
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paid for in
grace<o:p></o:p></div>
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on small
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the music
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chair<o:p></o:p></div>
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all I know
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is one thing
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<br />
the despair that grows in me<br />
does so quietly<br />
buckling down,<br />
nailing in nails,<br />
wrapped in a kind of permanence<br />
that I hate to think about.<br />
<br />
it is seldom seen,<br />
preferring<br />
to send up shoots<br />
in the panicked dreams<br />
of my 3 a.m. self,<br />
whose subconscious seems<br />
best resigned to such things.<br />
<br />
it rises,<br />
bilious, seeking the night<br />
etching window's glass<br />
which only seeks the night.<br />
<br />
I lay my cheek against its coolness<br />
and wonder whether<br />
it has the peace I seek.<br />
<br />
it is only a moment.<br />
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<o:p> Morgue File</o:p></div>
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<o:p>by Ken Brasier</o:p></div>
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I do what I
can,<o:p></o:p></div>
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whip white
horses into froth<o:p></o:p></div>
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to line a horizon<o:p></o:p></div>
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pull at bone
layers <o:p></o:p></div>
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to make spit
out of fire<o:p></o:p></div>
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fill you
with anguish at death<o:p></o:p></div>
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and laughter
at night<o:p></o:p></div>
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push out
babies when the dying is done<o:p></o:p></div>
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and the
living need to go on.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I dance
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make sigils
from wind<o:p></o:p></div>
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and push my
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without
falling off.<o:p></o:p></div>
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No treaty enforcement exists in the wild grasses</div>
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to bring you with me.</div>
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You will do what you can. </div>
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<o:p>copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2020</o:p><br />
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<o:p>Posted for <a href="https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/02/writers-pantry-7-strolling-through.html">Poets and StoryTellers United</a> and <a href="https://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=earthweal&postid=14Feb2020&meme=13120">Earthweal</a></o:p></div>
<br />Audrey Howitt aka Divaloungerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06854425983822589062noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5651312592919282436.post-46222769397307551902020-01-12T13:30:00.002-08:002020-01-12T13:30:35.812-08:00Notes of Love Lostthe story of us<br />
is written on notes<br />
that now lie on a table<br />
across from me<br />
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I closed the door on empty<br />
finding my way back<br />
with paper torn from abandoned books<br />
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their words sweeping me aside<br />
pulling at my feet<br />
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I gathered them up<br />
brought them home<br />
lay them out before me<br />
<br />
if I rearrange them<br />
would we still be here?<br />
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copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2020<br />
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Posted for <a href="https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/01/writers-pantry-2-storms-and-stones-and.html">Poets and Storytellers United</a>Audrey Howitt aka Divaloungerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06854425983822589062noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5651312592919282436.post-61869347705489770082019-12-15T12:27:00.000-08:002019-12-15T12:39:46.002-08:00A Healing Wirecells bring their own happiness<br />
jounce until vibration becomes a foxtrot<br />
or a jig itching to move<br />
on a Saturday night<br />
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I watch you heal slowly<br />
winter is an unkind time for debilitation<br />
heat a balm in the snow<br />
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I fan out warm clothes<br />
press back my hand<br />
and walk with you in short bursts<br />
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we will find out more about dancing cells soon<br />
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copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2019<br />
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Note: My dog, Logan, broke his ankle in September. This piece was drafted about 3 weeks ago as we were wondering whether he would need surgery after the casting process. He is doing fine now, and we are rehabbing that leg.<br />
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Posted for <a href="http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/12/pantry-of-poetry-and-prose-8.html">Poets United</a><br />
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<br />Audrey Howitt aka Divaloungerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06854425983822589062noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5651312592919282436.post-68525900061429217792019-11-24T09:09:00.000-08:002019-11-24T09:09:03.991-08:00The Silence of Lies<br />
I feel you leave<br />
in the silence stamped<br />
into the cracks of my kitchen tiles<br />
by lies told and not<br />
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I cook with it,<br />
this silence so alive<br />
it flutters at the door<br />
seeking to escape<br />
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I sit on the floor<br />
wondering if you chew them<br />
or swallow them whole<br />
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knowing they stick on the way down<br />
when there are no tears left<br />
to ease their way<br />
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the clock ticks<br />
orchestrating time<br />
as the door clicks<br />
shut behind you<br />
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Copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2019<br />
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Posted for <a href="http://poets%20united/">http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/11/pantry-of-poetry-and-prose-5.html</a>Audrey Howitt aka Divaloungerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06854425983822589062noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5651312592919282436.post-90330365214840073542019-11-10T12:35:00.001-08:002019-11-10T12:35:37.154-08:00A Saturday Sentry<br />
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a heron stands<br />
one-legged sentry<br />
poised with watchful eye<br />
the gate-keeper<br />
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fish tell him their stories<br />
of young birthed in brine and mud<br />
marsh golems <br />
fins outstretched<br />
toward an uncertain future<br />
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they pinch reality in the cheek<br />
as tenacity bubbles in their water<br />
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warning of a retreating shore<br />
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