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Daily Archives: November 15, 2015
. , a small spill of thought caught in an invisible chalice, a palace built of ink and stones unthrown. It’s a lonely heart crossing itself and hoping to die, a whiled and wily why, a wisp of whim. It’s … Continue reading
.. Summoned we are, summed up in syllables and symbols of our various selves. We stock our shelves with coffee, tea, words. We rise early, stay up late, breathe ink into the in betweens. We find the notion of being … Continue reading
.. The sky is falling in slivers, the coins in the fountain are few. The fates have gathered their scissors. Oh, won’t you come pilfer your share? All seven seas have grown weary of holding their bright salt at bay. … Continue reading