Daily Archives: January 6, 2016
.. And all practical cats aside, if you don’t mind, I plan to play possum just a little while longer. ..
.. Here’s to a year where we fly as often as we fall. Where we all get along, sing a song of six pence, make sense of the moon. Here’s to swooning over silence, consorting with clouds, filling our … Continue reading
.. could you hold this loose thread thought for me, sew it to the sky? ..
.. she speaks in smallish syllables, pocket songs. give her a moment with the moon, a measuring of spoons, the spill of sea. she’ll free it from latitude and long -itude of praise, phrase it bijou on the bayou, wayward … Continue reading
.. Me and you, we wrote our hearts out in some sort of inky sanctification of a year smeared in fear and stained in joy. Oh, boy. And girl. Swirled, grown. Moaning teens and all the silence in between. Are … Continue reading