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Daily Archives: March 16, 2015
… is that the lines are blurred, the places slurred and sorry, paths unclear. Our crooked skin is not enough to hide our sin or ease our pain, or hold our tears. These small etched places are insufficient spaces for … Continue reading
… We are born of plague and will and blasphemy, song and sigh. We are water turned to wine and other small miracles, sweet and dry. We tear ourselves from paper, …….(scissors) rock, then long for whole. We wind ourselves … Continue reading
.. And just like that, the door slams. Right on cue, a window opens, but it’s all shim(mer) sham(bled) and flim(sy) flam(e). .. .. Quickly prompted.
. (Just google it, and see): Camelot is dead. Chivalry, too, or mostly – squared off by the sharp corners of time. Too many daze and knights and nights spent under dark blankets of want -ing stars. Some days, you’ve … Continue reading