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Monthly Archives: March 2012
If we unscroll this thing, give it syllable and song, taste it along our torn tongues, our dialect is horses, hooves pounding forward, manes flinging salt water to the waiting wind. Our floating hope is a tiny bird’s crest, conjugated … Continue reading
One Friday He wrote my name on the palms of His hands wove forgiveness into a crown of thorns and spread His arms wide to hold the world. One Friday perfection endured pain a King became a slave and … Continue reading
Jack. Jill. Water. Hill. Oh, sure. They fell. But what nobody tells is what the heck Jack was doing up there with Jill in the first place, when he’s supposedly going steady with Bo Peep. And nobody bothers to remember … Continue reading
She’s still waiting for the perfect phrase as these quill-soaked days run, one into the other, inky blue ellipses. The best is yet to be, they sell her, but she is kind of attached to these blank spaces, marching margins … Continue reading
If there weren’t a sky within your chest worth breaking, believe me, you would have stopped all this singing by now. – Patrick Rosal’s “Despedida Ardiente” from Boneshepherds Sempre Free these lungs, this gasping grasping breath this vast … Continue reading
Contemplating the craft: Mix tears like acid rain collect oil slicks of puddled hope sweep the tender pieces of what’s left into supple piles sprinkle with joy oil all wiles squeeze creative juice loose. Gauge acumen accordingly. Keep writing anyway.
There’s someone in there, gender XX for certain, long curtain of hair hiding tent -ative smile. Small spark in green eyes no surprise but seldom shared, should -ers squared against a world that once wounded. Fingers cramped from flow -ing … Continue reading
Holy cow. Have you herd? I’m really not one to milk a rumor, but here’s the beef: Bessie and Bo been playin’ hyde and seek out on the north 40. You know her, she’s always in the moooo-d, so I … Continue reading
When he walks alone the trees whisper their songs and he sings along, tuning his soul. When the evening light shades fall soft, just right his wondering heartbeat will steady, slow.