Daily Archives: January 24, 2017
.. 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
… Dragon me a song full of fire, brimstoned in its own dark shine. Raven me a shadowed hope, a feathered sky. Scrim me a promise, star -dotted i’s and oceaned breeze tease. Oh me and know me, and trinket … Continue reading