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Daily Archives: April 10, 2017
Against the Strand
.. Three blackbirds etch their signature across a sapphire shore swollen with sunlight. She quills her own song in the snow with tail feathers and broken ink. .. Prompted by toads. The word group I worked up was: swollen … Continue reading
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Quadrille in Blue
.. Drizzle me an indigo day, a kayak way of coming and going and sapphire-drifting into the diamond sunlight. Stretch the day from shore to shore. Shadow me a Lake song; sing it slow and low and long. Hold … Continue reading
Going Somewhere Soon
Not all those who wander are lost. ― J.R.R. Tolkien .. Follow me softly says the call of the breeze, these trees, the way the slant of sunlight spotlights that petal, this blade. We shade ourselves in silence, the songs … Continue reading