writing with freshly plucked eyebrows

I delight in the strange wisecrack
the faded Knighty
the lost rain check
a fool’s advance
I delight in
the error, the peace
and the quirk

by mary ann blinkhorn

fog

days later
I am still asleep
walking parallel to
every thought left unspoken
there’s a certain power in that
no parts lost in translation

by mary ann blinkhorn

June 16, 2012 by mypenandme

sand fish and sand eagle

makes me think

how many of us wear

our skeletons

on the outside

by mary ann blinkhorn