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Daily Archives: September 7, 2014
…. so she’s gonna walk, try and talk her self into some brighter form of sway. give her a day, an hour, some high -er power or plan, a man who might miss her if she didn’t stay. give her … Continue reading
… she wishes she’d skipped the fruit, the fun and flow and glow and gracias of last night’s go. this morn, she’s torn between words and sleep – some to sacrifice, some to keep. ….
… Focus on the foreground, and you’ll see that donning a yellow dress and walking across the street leading a leashed goat is not the same as writing in your journal, …………although the words sometimes bleat and me -ander their … Continue reading
…. She has thrust three bullets in, ignoring the dismal scent of sin and the signal of the horses fleeing. She’s got a good spot behind the back bin, a need -le in a haystack waiting to be un -found. … Continue reading
….. Keep your alders, your hazels, your horn -beams; give me the mid -summer smirch of birch. Boreal climates bore me to tears, clickclack their grey, white black upon my skin. Give me the silver, yellow sin of that fine … Continue reading
….. She has re lie -able documentation and an ex -clusive invitation from the Brit ……..(ish) Royal Navy for the dance. She’s trans (formed) (fixed) (figured) out her pumpkin, abandoned her mom jeans; donned her elephant bell (belle) of the … Continue reading