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Daily Archives: April 10, 2016
It’s the now of our own forsaking. I’ve been taking lessons from a blind ventriloquist because somebody once told me loose lips sink ships and tomorrow’s gone. Shall we hold our tongues, smile? Then, just this: … Continue reading
.. We used to talk tall -tales, surface trails of circle flow going no -where. These last small drips of us, this end, these stilted st(r)ands of hope, they’re fleeting. Just this: our beating hearts. .. Wordled. … Continue reading
(Still Mostly True) .. B is for Bull -dozer, bird by bird, the rules of the red rubber ball, and writing down the bones. Something like magic, orbiting the giant hairball means you belong ……………….to me. Teach me sandscript, … Continue reading
she is terrific -ally, terribly busy today, trying to read her own stone .
.. As the day takes its final breath, Persephone puts on pants, quirky girl under a paper doll moon, sleepwalking through slivers of limbs, and liquid skin. (We are) string theory sugar spun star sisters shouting yes to no one … Continue reading
the sky is blue today; more of a mottled, coddled gray. i really don’t think i like my kids today this teenaged tyrant way, this humming hormoned storm. i really don’t know if today the words will flow. perhaps today’s … Continue reading
.. it’s a doozy, this catawumpus flummox be ……………-fuddle, meant. this tailspin blunder …..-ment won’t stop. she’s feeling boozy, though she hasn’t drunk ……………………..a drop. she’s dizzy, in a tizzy (hope there’s no quizzy ………..at the end). she’s busy building … Continue reading
.. Strummed by humming rain, a sparrow gathers poems to feather her song. … An American Sentence poem, written for toads.