Daily Archives: April 24, 2017

Strutting His Stuff

.. He’s all that and that bag of chips, one for his shoulder and one for his bright-eyed tail. He’s turquoise and turned, poised and ready for his runway show, decked out in his finest feathered trails. He’s pride and … Continue reading

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When She Uses All The Words

.. , She’s still dance-drizzling shadow -word clouds; open sparks spring on cue, breathe ghosts into giggles, spill scars. She lulls words to jars (journey, rose, breeze), leaves their shimmer to bubblegrin a green dawn. Curls her melted self (whisperthintwist) … Continue reading

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ink blot

.. she’s not what you think; no substance, all salt filled with faults and fears and fragile fragment moonlight waning. she’s framing the day in whispers and tears, soap shavings of song. she’s wired wild and weird, but she sits … Continue reading

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downward dogma

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snails with swords

medieval manuscript marginalia      … when the …….s     l     o     w sluggasluggaslugga of life leaves them wanting to slough off their shells, they take up sword and shield, coat of arms for one with none. she {poet, holding feathered … Continue reading

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grace graffiti, and the reason why she sings

.. :: listen: the birds have hum -bled hallelujahs for another broken dawn. ::

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What Remains

Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things unseen. – Hebrews 11:1   .. Except that hope just feels like …..w   a   i   t   i   n   g ant- i ci … Continue reading

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