Daily Archives: September 23, 2015

The Softer Significance of Wings

.. 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

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That Witch Cannot be Unseen

… She’ll get you, my pretties (and your little dog, too), but what really got me was those freaking freaky flying monkeys. Be still my ruby shoes. All the courage in the world couldn’t get that infested sky out of … Continue reading

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Swatches

.. 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

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A Spectacle of Fluff

“…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

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will (oh, the wisp)

.. we have froze the ground with the glorious sounds of our peat bog beat box sway. won’t you choose …………….to stay?   ..

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Phenomenon of Strange

… 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

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maple syrup festivals

… 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

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Un

.. (I am becoming) something other than skin and bone, a lone street -light in the darkness, a lost love found by moonglow. I am be -coming a re arranging of lines, a fine point widened by the fluidity of … Continue reading

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