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Daily Archives: April 6, 2014
Click here. Maybe it was the murder of crows, breaking and entering the day in a cackle of caws and claws. And you, with your stupid killer smile under all that blood -red sky. Or the sun stabbing in, slashing … Continue reading
… We all collect words, Love, seize them from the breeze and press them down to page, wings still fluttered. I’ll simply …….(pen) pin these few to you, stick your skin with some new hue to breathe. Braille your way … Continue reading
… We breeze, we bathe, we poke each other’s toes while leisure-long absorbing prose. We sink our teeth into some fun. You cook, perhaps I’ll stretch, or run. A day of rest, invest -ing in our home. A quiet day … Continue reading
…. I already had the bicycle. …….Sure, they don’t need each other, but they’ll make a fine grouping on my mantle. Last night I turned your picture so it faced the wall; a timeout if you will. You can count … Continue reading
… Have you any zip or spunk for these tough things? Suspend a strap and swing, water -fall your way to diamond pleats of wave. Draw something in the sand, then cross it twice and dot the I. This barrier, … Continue reading
.. I can’t believe how viral this has gone; it’s not about the free sweat, shirt or socks. There’s nothing in the sea that makes that sound before they jump into the water, cold. Because the man refused to move … Continue reading
Worlds are altered rather than destroyed. – Democritus .. She tried to throw her arms around it, found it too big to hold and too bright to kill. Perhaps she can will it back to full wakefulness, un -still its … Continue reading
(a shadorma) .. She wanders, until startled, saved by a night in shining armor – silver-plated sky, gallant glint of stars. .. .. Written for Poetic Asides, Day 6.