Atmosphere is an old moon
A nudge. Chaos.
Brilliant, circled ideas
Watching a loved one skip down yellow brick road carrying leftovers
Almost midnight
I gnaw on words
Converse with ghosts past and present
Though really just myself
The actor shines
The sun brightens
A near-jaded entrance
Clothed in life
Writing with overjoyed, hurried, Sharpie
Light, gratitude and attitude
A first dance.
By Mary Ann Blinkhorn
if you should have me pinpoint it exactly
you were right to trust an honest eye
the eye with much light
salt air moistening brand new poem
self-portrait cheerful and grateful
moved
further back into my psyche
jumping out of the box
crazy paint chips loudly applaud
a crisp, must-see dream
the irony, debatable
upward punchy poets must move on
sky advanced to
a crack of sunlight behind curtains
by mary ann blinkhorn
toast and traffic jam
in the sweaty heat of morning
I shiver
doing marvellously well
startled thoughts awakening to day
hesitate freely
like a smaller wind
beware of the
angry faux fur jacket
the terrifically-funny scarf
and the good natured idea
for thoughts change like thin words
think with fat fonts
think with originality, hope and freshness
sing charmingly, always
by mary ann blinkhorn
he throws fierce tin cans
at half silhouettes
whilst i press on
with tough-soft kindness
dancing with words
missing the paper
in unselfconscious times
energy creates
energy is a dirty lip
energy is not a dirty lip
animated half-truths
in an admired journal
by mary ann blinkhorn
she completes the poem,
LIFE, LOVE AND STUPIDITY
her ink-filled yawn
disguising a cross face
ah, solitude
by mary ann blinkhorn
he somehow found that in me
gravitated toward it
any discussion
would have ruined it completely
so we simply held each other
carried on
intuitions, being enough
not everything had to be discussed
you’re the love of my life, he said
you’re the love of my life, i said
soul mates
by mary ann blinkhorn
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