Tiger Tabby

Tired Tiger Tabby

meets with

motor running

Shrill staccato-meow

Scold 

Reminding me those
chores
forgotten

Shack Shadows

Sunlit Shack Shadows

Boast Brilliant

Candied Cloud Cover

Rock Face

Smooth, cold hand-hold

unforgiving
          and yet,
a life rest
for weary traveler

up

   up
     up
          into air and space

Ribbons of colored

seams and streams
seem daunting

experience calls confidence

wills them to dance,
to mingle
with every step
and every glance

puzzled pieces

slip-fit
and
suddenly bold
is born…

In The Company Of Women

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This is so exciting for all of us and we know you will enjoy the collection of over 100 carefully selected pieces of literature. Our goals of becoming a best seller on Amazon is only a touch away...by purchasing your copy on the day of release March 14th 2012 you can help! We want to take this opportunity to thank you in advance for your time in reading this and hope you will consider this collection for purchase. You will not be disappointed.


Proud contributors include Alicia Winski, Amanda LaPera, Annie Brodrick, Annie Hilerio, April Michelle Bratten, Apryl Skies, Barbara Moore, Bina Gupta, Camille Solari, Candice James, Carol Knepper, Carol McAdoo Rehme, Catharine Grasty, Cristina Umpfenbach-Smyth, Cklara Moradian, Gillian Prew, Gloria J. Wimberley, Helena Hunter, Jacqui Corcoran, Jessica Wilson, Karen Jones, Kate Lamberg, Katherine L. Gordon, Kimberley Rockdale, Lauri Langston, Leila A. Fortier, L.K. Thayer, Lois Michal Unger, Martina Reisz Newberry, Melissa Grossman, Pam Lampe, Pd Edwards, Peggy Anne Larson, Petra Whiteley, R. V. Reyes, Sadie Harris, Samantha Ledger, Sheila Crawford, Sheila Hageman, Silver Corbin, Sophia Argyris, Stephanie Bryant Anderson, Teri Louise Kelly, Tracie Skarbo, Trish Falin & Wanda Morrow Clevenger

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Garden Girl

Yellowed eyes
peek out from beneath
un-tutored blackberry brambles
she, my whiskered rambler
sliced with shadow smudges
lays with gaze lit upon
bruised blue-black
feathered fiend
perched worrisome
upon wired house tether
it rocks back and forth
with exerted beak warnings

All talon feathered friends

aware of her golden grassy bunker
amongst pink petals and thorn
potential feathers stolen
from her splayed claw
and chattering jaws

Games of Babes

Over joy filled laughter

And manufactured games

They pulse and posture

Reweaving rules

Adjusting this and

Tweaking that

Until what remains

Is no longer recognizable

To the beginning

And only slightly familiar

To the middle of things

Amber Tequila

Spicy hip-sway

In front of

Red table tops that

Glitter with covered candle flames

                        

Black-mustached men

With their hunger on display

Watch the heated Spanish women

Red black-laced dresses

Hug hips

While red lips

Pout with concentration

Black stilettos strike the floor

With festive fervor

In time to guitar and drum

Amber Tequila

Flows over tongues

And hearts alight

In the smoky passionate night

Beached Ebony

Black liquid luster

Dulled by pulling tide,

Gritty sand-fingers,

And stringy seaweed

Ebony sits upon

Wood littered,

Rock strewn,

Sand sloped beach

Grey rain-pungent skies

Reflected in unkempt

Noir visage

Cannot mute the rolling thunder

Keys and notes robbed

Of innocence and

Thwarted music is

Trapped in lonesome steadfast

Quicksand suckles

Slender charcoal legs

Giving slanted silhouette

To laughing waves

Wind pushes and tugs

Frantic and distraught

Upon hearing mournful cries

She wails realizing her impotency

Knowing time is short

He must succumb

She caresses keys

And kisses strings

It is not compensation

For warm passionate

Flesh fingers

But they are those which abandon

She has no eyes with which

To cry of the injustice

No heart

For his pleas to break

But she has voice

With which to speak

A cacophonous tempest
Of raw emotion

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