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Daily Archives: September 24, 2014
…. Turns out, security blankets come in all shapes and sizes. When I was 14 and newly thin, mine was my Daddy’s old grey hoodie, zipped up to the neck and worn rain, shine or one -hundred degree sun. Old … Continue reading
(a nonet) … Can you feel our syllables fading, a fall-fraying between the lines? If time ticks us off so far, can you imagine what kind of star will stay, shine-say what to do when two be, come one. .. … Continue reading
it’s a pirate ‘s booty for break -fast kind of day. …and now I am covered in yellow fluff. looks like pixie dust. makes me sneeze. ………tastes like cheese.
… I am held together by a fray ………-ing string, a rip -cord waiting, a puppet playing shadows on the curtain backstage. Queued by lines and killing time before our cue, we’ve aged a million years or more, watched stars … Continue reading
….. We’ve only got a few magic beans left, remember, Love? We sold the rest for a stray cow and a song. If the tin -tinnabulation of her dwindling bell tells you nothing else, let’s recall that here there be … Continue reading