Daily Archives: April 29, 2015
. This night sky, falling. Orion’s loosing his belt. I give him five stars. . NaPoWriMo, day 29.
. When night holds syllables in a poem night hums: oh, this is poem …….syllables; When night holds syllables in the river night hums: oh, this is syllables of the river; When night holds ocean ………….syllables, night hums: This is … Continue reading
Skin’s the least of me. – Theodore Roethke .. it’s not easy to hacksaw a secret into 206 splinter-marrowed pieces, but she’s no stranger to per …………………………………-severance, naming each scrimshaw syllable ulna, tarsal, scapula, mandible. there’s a word for all … Continue reading
. Call her half -breed, destined to roam this earth in ink -y skin and feathers that cannot fly, three-fourths water and one-part land -ho, who knows, parts un -known, a hybrid fruit choking on its own stone. .. … Continue reading
. Did you know they’ve got an agenda of their own? They’d rather be stubbed than snubbed. They want to wiggle and giggle and go squish in the mud, rub footsie with perhaps someone completely inappropriate. They want to be … Continue reading
. nobody knows she feels small in the wee hours of the morning, watching the moon fade in this world of magic mirrors and tower cages and identities tied to golden tresses long enough to climb. nobody asked her if … Continue reading