Daily Archives: April 14, 2015

Honest Tea

Watch out, she’s gonna pour you a cup, and then it’s all over. Got secrets to keep? She’ll steep them in silvered leaves, and smile. Grab yourself a saucer. You’re about to spill. ..

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Joy (a whiteout poem)

eyes rested, …………………….. whole heart, everything shared. …………………how she had grown. he told how every day had suddenly become quite still …………………….. .with pain, …………………………………not another word. the lady listened in silence, ………………………………………….taken away. . still dabbling in PoMoSco through … Continue reading

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Invisibility

. If she’s being honest, she fears she has lost her muchness. There’s a sameness to these days, an unsaneness of ways, a spilling. She is willing to clean these dark streets with her quiet rain, but the corner light … Continue reading

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Cross my heart

… with kisses, stitches, tiny bridges made of clay. trek across these broken places. wear comfortable shoes and fast -en your seatbelt. pinky-swear on your mother’s name, the sins of your father, your own small sword. leave the light on … Continue reading

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