Daily Archives: September 23, 2015
.. Flying’s fine, but for once I have perhaps chosen wisely, wildly shedding my shoulds for something (more or less) sibilant, more bent toward appropriate sun -light. We fight tooth and nail for feathers, hope balanced precariously on bright strings. … Continue reading
.. Give us your poor, your proud, your purplest mountains and most amber shades of day. Give us your periwinkle, puce, your silver-gray, longing to be free, and framed. Brush my skin in 47 hues of brightest boldest mutest blue, … Continue reading
“…waving one like a sparkler, a small wand of white fire, the air filling with tiny parachutes. Blow, and you tell the time. All that time, blowing away in the summer breeze…” – The Handmaid’s Tale, Margaret Atwood .. Enough, … Continue reading
.. we have froze the ground with the glorious sounds of our peat bog beat box sway. won’t you choose …………….to stay? ..
… Severed heads and tallow candles make strange bedfellows, yes? I guess a lengthy discourse is (no doubt) in order, in order to keep the flickering at bay. May we suggest a gentle (moon-like style) baying at something other, some … Continue reading
… the morning pools in on too-sweet amber feet, and i am bic -ker(n)ing with the sun again. stamp me out in caramel-coated ink, some sacred link to a sky unspun. my morning self knows map -led songs, leaves sticky … Continue reading