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Daily Archives: March 16, 2017
; It has no pondered purpose. No prayer. No be -ginning, midd -led end. But the phrase indoor fins wanted a place to be, so she builds it a word-salted home, a storm drain, a sea. .. The phrase ‘indoor fins’ … Continue reading
.. She knows there are other things to pause and poem (the light in that window there, the flapping rooster man on the corner, the whisper of snails) , but she cannot seem to get past the ebony apostrophes of … Continue reading
child , can’t you see our shackles (these chains, the sky) have fallen? in the swollen swell of silence and your eyelash flutter, I shuttered my indigo fingers, my gills and scales and skin. the sky’s an ocean. these legs … Continue reading
(As Deep As That Dark Blue Sea) ………….(An American Sentence) .. ::…..We’re sharing salt again, waiting for the sky to solve these too small dreams.…..::
squeeze in tight and fight the urge to hustle-bustle on outta here. hold my hand, my heart, my time. stay.sigh. .. Prompted by Poetic Asides.