Daily Archives: April 2, 2017

tumble and spin

(a sevenling)   .. it’s whites day, so she’s just whistlin’ and dancin’ and washin’ his skivvies. there’s a quarter, a dime and a lipsticked note lying in the left front pocket of his jeans. tomorrow: the blues.     … Continue reading

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Counting Chickens

.. Which came first? the small and fragile shell of an idea, or the bright sun broken open way it slayed the sky? The eye of the storm or its slightly off -kilter center? We’re more than crows in curious … Continue reading

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smallish disasters

.. it’s a perfect (storm) mix mishmash -up of normal and strange; a range of temperatures untried and (un) true. it’s a pinch of this and a smidge of that and a smattering of too much and not enough and … Continue reading

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The Clock Says Two

.. The clock says two, which means she’s got a few hours to pack it all – not much – ………………and go. The $426 in the flour jar says she’ll get aways, and she knows how to wait tables anywhere. … Continue reading

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Someday songs for my sometimes self

{confessions of a Pro Crastinator}   tomorrow’s good. tomorrow would be better. you see, today’s the day I’ve saved for counting wishes, swallowing stars. the sky’s too blue to do all these to-do’s. come back another time; i’m communing with … Continue reading

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