Daily Archives: August 30, 2015

‘sall in her head

pain. ………again. right between the eyes, like an un -quiet strain. my -grain. ……….again. familiar thrum; like an old, unwelcome friend.     ..

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.. We need some string to tether the moon when it flees the sky. We need a still slipknot that holds as loose as a hand’s whisper, and a shadow shawl of nightspill to pad the ache that fills the … Continue reading

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