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playdate haiku

ByKymberlee

red lint in my hair
googleplex hours of talking
a bruise on my lip

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every step an act of faith

ByKymberlee

“You cannot travel the path until you have become the path itself” ~Buddha each step i am destined to take illuminates itself. as i travel in the dark, unseen hands keep me from taking a wrong turn. every breath every step every moment is an act of faith and sublime s u r r e…

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return

ByKymberlee

I walked quietly through the gate and happened upon a mourning dove Alas, I scared her away She, wild creature waited warily but patiently until it was safe to return I, keeping my distance, wanting her to know I meant no harm and return she did!

bricolage project day 8 [“waking-life”]
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bricolage project day 8 [“waking-life”]

ByKymberlee

This Waking Life I went biking around Greenlake with my daughter this afternoon so I decided to make my bricolage there with whatever I found.  The graffiti was already on the table and I love it.  Love the color and the form.  My rule was that everything had to come from the ground.  You will…

Ghazal: Calcified Naïveté
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Ghazal: Calcified Naïveté

ByKymberlee

Living inside the braided folds just for today.Tangled roots whisper; I can’t hear what they say. Memories are a splinter in the eye.Promises broken become calcified naĂŻvetĂ©. Black Swan, slippery like Mercury—haunting.(A life lived well is not a parley.) Water ceasing to hydrate what is crumbling.Silt becomes an urn for ashes someday. Days are shorter…

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haiku of knowing

ByKymberlee

steeped in paradox words and more words on paper my body just knows

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domesticated ferality

ByKymberlee

hiding a stuffed animal for your cat to find in the night to present the kill the next day melting into the soft sweetness of midnight phone calls and intimacy in separate beds naked boy running through morning stillness disturbed by the smell of flowers the itch the need to taste blood to destroy something…