Daily Archives: January 16, 2017

Belated Thrones and Unthrown Stones

  He held a dream in quiet hands. We ………….{now, still} listen, wonder if the world will ever be ready to whisper itself some semblance of sane. Do you hear the echoes of that peace? That piece of ourselves we … Continue reading

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this poem is a whisper

… , a twisted scar-shadow, shallowspill, breeze-curled dance of chance. leave it out in the open, melted down for songs, lulled shimmer-safe into the skipspark of its own dark name. we breathe bubbles, grin green clouds. twist roses through our … Continue reading

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tree skins and silence

… shhhhh, i am inky-quiet and strange to my own touch. I am lo(o)sing my muchness to some mad-and-moonly sky. try and find me here, among these forest fallings; i dare you. i swear, somewhere between there and the whisper … Continue reading

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An Abundance of Artichokes

.. It started with the radishes. Wily little blushing suckers; plop-popping up everywhere, ready to be plucked from the soil and ravenously ravished in spicy bites. We thought briefly of carrots, but thought better. Bitter being better, per -haps. Or … Continue reading

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all is fine, and {inky} well

.. please, give her some (hope, that thing with feathers) ………….quill, something with which to scritch ….herself ……..sane.   .. Prompted by Miz Q, day 14. Still catching up, backward. 

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paper parchment skies

… she sits under the bougainvillea with her books. swallows wor(l)ds whole, feeds her soul with stories. she cries when characters die, has a hardcore crush on Poe, and Twain. stains her fingers in blackberries and ink. she thinks the … Continue reading

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Pocketing Blue

… Okay, the horizon’s gone a little murky and the air -waves are a cacophony of argumentation and delineation and falsification and hate. We debate and we try to satiate our hunger with happenstance instead of hope. We grope around … Continue reading

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