Daily Archives: April 7, 2012
They fly around and around and a -round in the sky, hungry, waiting for him to die. He goes around and around and around on the ground, broken, unfound, wishing he would.
bursts apart, vein and ventricle bleed blue cobalt inkspill onto quill, page, skin. Cyan breeze whispers azure secrets pours out steely dawn with sapphire smile. This cerulean … Continue reading
You lift your left hand the one that traced hope onto my cheek the one that laced my fingers into songs the one that held my heart sort of flutter it in the air and a … Continue reading
Caress these pages all who dare; run trembling finger across alphabet abracadabra letter legerdemain shaman sleight of quilled hand keyboard sorcery charmed incantation of phrase conjured summoned alchemy of potent word potions (presto) turning pain to poem.
Eye roll arms crossed or hand on hip sulkshadow falls on perfect porcelain skin, wee tilt of head that says this Mom’s in trouble again.