Monthly Archives: July 2014

Hallowed, Be

… Thy name is Dabble, some shallow rabble of salt, stained without center skill. Thy fame is fleeting, its dark shore seething with blast of storm and cold reveal. Thy hunt unfolds with lore untold, a storied whack of stars, … Continue reading

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Perusing Craig’s List for Chainsaws

….. Per -haps they are searching for something sharp at its morphologic center. They’re tied, tired of both masks and massacres, the mildewed March of murdered mold, the bite of time and count of teeth. Beneath it all, a revol … Continue reading

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Rocks, and Other Hard Places

…. She is in be -tween gently bouldered Lake, and the quiet slake of her own blue thirst. She is first to scatter pebbles in her pockets, press sea glass between her fingers, linger over the smooth, cold song of … Continue reading

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Her Blue Phase

Oh, Blue. Oh, you of color pawned from sky Oh you of deep and indigo sleep and silent, slivered silvered why. Oh, you of sparkled surface shone and leafy ceilings, rocky throne Oh you of all I’ve ever known of … Continue reading

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you-topian

… she (is a bel) is a shel -tered oyster, a pervasive perpetual (e)motion machine, a three-part series in the study of trees. scientists, scholars study her Ph -D, her self discovery, a dissertation in indigo dreams. she’s a district-wide … Continue reading

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Lake Sighed

… What shall we lace or trace or erase into tumbled sand? What will we keep burn deep spill, steep with trembled hands? One desire shines on, deep indigo true: That I would always know You in all this …………..blue. … Continue reading

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Luna, Naked

…. Imagine if you will, her house on that golden hill and all those dark firs pining for some summer breeze. Picture those trees humming some gospel good news song, some hummed long -ing of light loosed to ebony shroud. … Continue reading

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When all else fails

… When each and always every -thing hangs in the balance in the margins in the mourning in the storming, hum her a magic forest, a creature of habit with     …….(or ……………. without) wind words or wings. Sing spill swarm … Continue reading

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Carmel Sunset

  Spun sugar dissolves ………………………..on ocean tongue, salt and sweet …………both spilled ………………………………..and spun. ….

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The scent of rain

…   drizzles her loose, pours her into the day. she’s de -luged with earthy new and soft-pined sway, a sprinkle of hope made strong. shower her in some small, quiet song and you’ll hold her most vivid violet storms … Continue reading

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