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 Maisey Maisey settled her morbidly overweight form onto the small blue loveseat and waited for her sister to finish preparing their dinner. She wrapped a red sweater tighter about her to keep out the early autumn chill. On television some handsome dark-haired man was draping his long legs over the arm of an overstuffed black chair. Maisey stared at him as he smiled a little at someone off camera. His dark eyes made Maisey feel weak. Another man walked on screen and called the dark-haired man Adam. “The name fits,” Maisey thought, looking at the giant cobra figure behind the black chair. She could hear her sister, Connie, rattling

Something More Joe stared into the campfire. Orange, Yellow, Green. Lights wrestled for control. Why? It didn't really matter.  The same people always came out on top anyway. Just do your job and collect your pay at the end of the month. At least, that's the way the other hands looked at life.   The wind picked up, and Joe pulled his blanket tighter about himself. He moved closer to the fire and spread his hands out for warmth. In the darkness, a horse whinnied. The cry was answered by the other wild horses. The ranch hands' horses seemed to sympathize with their own whinnies and nervous movements. Joe fixed his bedroll. Resting hi

Blood Song A song from the stars sings in my blood. I answer that song With music of my own. Blood song play in me; Blood song stay with me. Intertwining my spirit with an alien spirit, Two beings shimmer and merge into one. Learning her secrets, I share my own. Blood song play in me; Blood song stay with me. Purple oceans with blue beaches visit my dreams. I sift alien soil through my fingers, And touch the blood red leaves of alien trees. The blood song plays in me.

Scattered Me I catch shooting stars with my tongue, And only wash my hair in cool autumn rain. Balloons tossed into the air fall with my dreams. The hen answers the phone in her high voice. She can’t fake the egg she made. We eat spaghetti with an ax. A quart berry basket safely holds The small silver bells of my secrets. I eat unfamiliar mushrooms, Then I breathe fire. Screwdrivers molest screws, While I shrink to the size of a pea and hide under a leaf. I pretend that the tail dragging behind me isn’t mine.