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Daily Archives: May 20, 2012
The sky splits open, carves crimson chisels gold lugs its heavy, sacred hues now hewn, to harvest this felled horizon. Written for a great prompt over at dVerse. (The occupation I chose to verb-vandalize was lumberjack.)
Spill. Loose your inky heart; splatter stained edge along these lonely wasted, winding trails; unload the baggage of roads not taken shaken loose, stirred blurred borders soon shirred shut. A double tetractys, written for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.