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Monthly Archives: April 2013
It’s done and she’s won nothing but a restless heart and breathless gills that still don’t quite fit. That’s it. Straw and camel and stepped-on crack. Her back aches and it takes all she has just to smile. She still … Continue reading
… The white will always beckon. Never stop pressing your heart to it; never don’t spill those inky veins. Offer your words to a world that needs them, even when it feels like no one sees them. Tuck them into … Continue reading
(a Preposition Proposition) Howz about it’s over? I under -stand how you could try to just move along, be strong, but just between us two, I’m fed up with this after -math and all the down days it brings. As … Continue reading
…. Walk soft; maybe you can catch her. But wait for me. ’Cuz if she’s really f a l l i n g, we are going down to.get.her. …
…… We start with sway, obey the bidding breeze, stop holding trees accountable for anything that falls. We remind ourselves we’re all bent, not broken, sunned and spoken loose, cracked open to a quiet dawn. We sing on, even when … Continue reading
photo credit Barbara Young … Not everything bent is broken, not everything cracked gets tossed. Not everything spent is spoken, not everything broken is lost. … Written for Poetic Bloomings.
….. My fingers prickle with ache to hold more than I deserve, amber pieces of silver -shekled promise. …….My ……….spine a rose, …this heart its …………………thorn. …