Daily Archives: January 7, 2017
, she’s holding the world in quiet, wide open hands, standing on her knees. have you breathed the moon? its borrowed light is fading, dissolving in sky. the clouds know better. they hold nothing but whisper and the float of … Continue reading
7:02am and the Christmas tree’s still winking open the day, (de)lights playing against fragrant fir. she stirs, fuzzy pup soft and not quite ready for the absence of down. Prompted by Miz Q, day 7.
night falls in love with the downy dance of clouds; an ebony sky drifts off to sleep but the moon forgot to brush her teeth. Prompted by Miz Q.