Monthly Archives: January 2017
.. She’s dragon-dawned in crimson shimmerspark. Breeze-breathe her in, all bubble -melted sky, whispered curl. She’s girl. Shadow. Cloud. Open jar. Twisted scar. Dancing rose. She leaves you greened and grinning, right on cue. Skips and spills your journey forward; … Continue reading
Golly, but the world’s got a way of arguing itself crazy, yes? .. An American sentence poem for Twiglets number 9.
… The day bullies us bid goodbye to the midnight spark -led blanket of hope, rope ourselves into some small semblance. Sky cracks open, broken. We bow and cow to clock, the tock of ticks until it dawns on us … Continue reading
.. But there’s a hope that’s waiting for you in the dark You should know you’re beautiful just the way you are And you don’t have to change a thing, the world could change its heart No scars to your … Continue reading
.. Periwinkle-crazy and ready to starparty. You bring the rum -bled clouds, and I’ll shout out loud for something (shaken, stirred) on the rocks. For clocks to stop, and indigo to rule the day. Let’s paint ourselves in hues of … Continue reading
.. cross it out. see? that lost dream, that tattered seam sky. there’s a -nother why we’ve tossed aside. got an eraser? you’ll find its dust can thrust the worst from will and whim and wander. ponder this: some algorithm … Continue reading
.. we book cases, ceiling fans. wall papers. we’re rocking, easy; arm-in-arm. oh, we stand here – turning tables, folding chairs. .. for the new-to-me fun twiglets. ..
.. she dreams in spiraled clouds, candy spun of nothing-dreams. she seems a wayward soul, a lost girl in dragon skin. she’s begin -ning to believe in something, anything, this thing that is her own dark soul. she knows the … Continue reading
… We scar it with our own lettered shine, crescent it with moon fingers. Stairway it in stars. A it. B it. See it through new eyes. Vowel it deep; steep it into some semblance of silence. We tornado our … Continue reading