Daily Archives: September 9, 2015

lonely bones

.. lovely, really. wrapped in skin and sin -new in their own marrow. sorrow seeps in, gnaws deep. once the closet’s been swept, there’s nothing …………………………………left to keep.     .. .. inspired by Shawna. 

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smallish song

.. i have for (gotten) (saken) (mistaken) my words. will you hold this hum -bled place in the fret of your palm?     ..

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shall we have a rumpus?

.. let’s find our least significant stretch of skin, and shed it. unthread it, and spread our feathered selves, instead. let’s hold our hands up to the sky and ask for hiccupped hope, some brighter scope of color, weathered why. … Continue reading

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lest we forget

… the sky, in all its broken blue glory, the moon as she reflects her own spill. we forget our selves, the ways we learned to …..(under) stand, to fall and land and forget that we can ……………….fly. we for … Continue reading

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lonely boats

Maciej Koniuszy float us somewhere crimson, gold. there are secrets in these watery ellipses; we have grown long in our own reflections, ……………waiting.     … photo and prompt from mindlovemiserysmenagerie.    

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aubade for the breaking of dawn, and heart

… the sky cracks open its own starry chest, leaving …….only swallowed sorrow and a gasp …………….of fire.   .. prompted by poetic asides. 

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