Seattle, Jollywood    1904 -    
Dangerous but mostly harmless.
"Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature."
"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts..." -William Shakespeare
Dangerous but mostly harmless.
"Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature."
"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts..." -William Shakespeare
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5 days ago

In these showers
of a storm's night
when old news floats
down streets of braille
made of cobble once
now wet alquitrán
lies a sleeping serpent

Natives conciliate Cizin
with sacrificial blindness
the bane of century's citizen
absent of their god's kindness
buried deep in fault and brine
story's moving ground, climbing floods
singing songs to quench man's kind

Build again on destroyed cost
anthro-apologist, geologist's at sea
reconstructing memories lost
of Thunderbird and Whale's melee
along this shore's not distant past
fierce lock of jaw and grasp of claw
these potent denizen's shadow vast

Within a cedar box of old
grandfather one time held a sun
a scrap of cloth resides in fold
she wears upon a dance now spun
to spell and tell new offspring's bawl
that one in ten will come again
and storied squall will visit all

Trawl this coast of vision's cast
and fly this caution flag en masse

-cec

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7 days ago

Overflowing, this cistern holds
night rains visited on pastures
seeping into soil as greens unfold
in early morning mists and sky's azure

Rivulets weaving dowse a liquid path
on journey's slip through gravity
in stream's current with its drifting mass
of water-bug boats and smote bound propriety

-cec

A serious worn face
with wandering heart
filled with shy hope
of a world yet to come
but its tardy arrival
pulls hard on taught strings
'till it seems fight or flight
whether autumn or spring
so solemn by day
and still in its night
seeking glimmers of stars
soft whispers, and love
as a moon casts its radiance
thru ink oceans above
within somber place
abides in life's thrall

-cec

Broken down off highway's travel
waiting triple, tow-truck man

Texan cowboy, like for rodeos
on bucking horses' knowing smiles

As evening spent turned into darkness
stars did play in spite round clouds

Off this side street shadows bending
move across the pavement 'scape

Turned a switch to light their movement
fuzzy ears with loping gait

Here a folly turned to whimsy
as its waistcoat had a fob

Broken down inside fate's burrow
soon to tea and reminisce

-cec

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Sara Fielder

I stood over your rank bones today
The enameled name barely legible under
your lonely lichened stone~
Its mouth wide open with an
1855 death date so that I said it aloud
like a trap spring that could
raise you from the dead
Got down on my dandelion knees
pretending I could read your
foreign immigrant war claim and Indian fears~
your cholera lullabies and fisted years
the land took from you building your frontier
like a man immune to cold and wet
Pictured your plowing pains and hillbilly
beard generation swept up in the love you felt for
a woman wearing nothing but soap until I
showered you with my own tears
and wondered if you were prepared
when it was your turn to look up toward
the hole in the snuffbox sky

Written by Sara Fielder © May 2015

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Sara Fielder

Keep sharpening your teeth on my
iron fittings and feeling up my
velvet underground upholstery with
your streetwise alley cat paws and big
gun Remington revolver ballpoint pen
Try to rob these recondite rubies from my
helicopter heart if you can and
follow my complimentary contrail with
your caloric vocabulary until you tire of
my transom and finally bolt like the January wind
I might stay in midnight sight just barely long
enough for my spinnaker curls to furl in twists
around your wrists and make you my
pie in the sky prisoner forever

Written by Sara Fielder © May 2015

Yesterday he drilled a hole
filled it with an alloy steel
three pound hammered home
knowing it was writ in stone

-cec

 
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