Posts by lelandjamieson

On the Limbic Art of Time

By on Sep 12, 2011 in Poetry | Comments Off

For Liberty This three-month wheaten cairn’s old soul whose middle name might be Cajole has sniffed out all my tick-tock past. She’s stopped the clock.  Time’s far surpassed by all she does to entertain —  to coach my heart and limbic brain — with capers played throughout the day at which I am her protégé.   Passion...

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