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Dipthong
An unusual power to attract or charm,
Tricks that make it seem impossible things are happening
pass out of sight suddenly,
Too small to be seen by the eye alone,
Begins with one vowel sound and moves to another within the same syllable,
Sleight of sound
Oy ~ as in boy

Years ago I
sat still, watching and observing.
Blank page and pencil in hand I
Sketched the mundane to try to find the goodness and God within.
My eyes searched every line
and I lost myself in nooks and cranny’s,
trying to be found.

I yearned for escape
I worked on everything, paid attention to EVERYTHING but the ONE thing where my touch was actually needed.
But I was so far gone from you then, 
I can’t even remember when I left.

I knew
Drawing on the one thing that would make you leave,
Would be the only thing to bring peace.

I haven’t sketched since.

I saw your face in the clouds
all your faces in a row
looking down at me
in my yoga flow

You’re all gone now
and it’s only my dna left
they say you never die
if you leave someone

The only one with kids
from my maternal line
It looks like I’m the
last one standing

I thought about all your
bad habits like smoking
clearly none of you
thought about dying

I ride my bike 8 miles
Swim and lift weights
for thirty minutes each
Yoga or Pilates for 1 hour

This is me 5 days of week
It’s just the way I’m made
You once said I was a breed apart
I think it’s undiagnosed ADHD

Who knows how long I’ll be here
I don’t have any health issues
but my word recall is pretty bad
I might live long but won’t remember

Flush out
silence with last
week’s anecdotes.  Plastered
smile, scripted laugh.  Stare at gum tins
’til it’s over.

this is not
your typical poem
it is the opposite of today
a short stab of light,
free of warmth
then getting uncomfortably dark
and where the sun sets
as early as this
ends

Among the livin
are dead men
walkin

still talkin
sayin’ nothin
to the masses

Stacked upon
blood and
money

and money 
and blood

dead men rulin” 
from the souls
of the families

they eat

even their own
relentless
repetitive
ruin

lies on loop

generation
after
generation

these dead men
believe they are
alive 

and most days
it seems the
livin are eager

to oblige

Pink fire opal aura
A smear of milky mica
Lifting an eyebrow

Pink fire opal aura
A smear of milky mica
She glides up the stairs

Her angle is steep
The street stretches on tip toes
She lifts an eyebrow

Untethered balloon
On tip toes, over chimneys
Painting a sidewalk

Glow of gorgeous light
How playful you are bouncing
Toddling up stairs

Half guard
full guard
closed guard
Butterfly guard
spider guard
X guard ,
don’t be scarred

Top mount
side mount
Back mount ,
reach around

If I catch you in my Imanari Roll ,
I’m sorry.

Would you prefer my ko-uchi- gari?

That’s my stripe!

That’s my stripe!

Whatcha gonna do when that leg is locked?

Or I’m on top,

And there ain’t no bell and I won’t stop.

Jiu-jitsu

Can save you

Jiu-jitsu- 

Where’s my stripe!?

Whiskers stored in drawers
clear claw sheaths stuck in pillows—
sharp points in goodbye