Daily Archives: September 21, 2016

Dragon (e)Scape

.. Fire has brought her to the brim (stone) end of the sky, the mar -bled place where why no longer matters. Scatter her scales, they weigh nothing, anyway; the frailty of her un -checked skin, a song. She wants, … Continue reading

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hand it to the moon

.. know she’s a sky-crack crescent checkmark, ghostfree and waning.   ..

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GhostWriters

… Crack free your hands. Check pen. Know spill, and spin. Begin.   …

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To Arms, To Arms

(His) This world’s gone all cracked and cattywampus crazy again and oh, I wish we could be ghosts with transparent skin and checkered hands, polka -dot spots that say king me if you can. It’s a big ol’ mess down … Continue reading

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Mermaids Don’t Wear Pants

… If (perchance) you see her just out and about flouting the fin -ality of all, the spin and swim of be -ginnings and blendings, do not be amazed dis/Mayed or chaos-crazed by her bare and intricate deep, the quiet … Continue reading

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A Tangle of Grace

… The day wakes up all grumpy and torn and the world’s at war with itself again and we’re smear-smash-spreading hate and debate and we wear our nationality over (above) our human skin. But there’s a fine cool kick in … Continue reading

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