Monthly Archives: July 2017

{wherein she (once again) uses all the words to describe the moon}

… she’s a still-spring giggle, echoed sound, whisperstorm. dance her (shimmered bubble-balloon, dawn-ghost; cue twist-skip cloud-melting grin) scar-curled into open spill. will her vanilla-drizzled and pepper-sprinkle-sparked into shadow flickered breeze. she’s a white sky-rose, unjarred from journey. leaves you lulled, … Continue reading

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{factors}

it’s the way the sky darkens, harkens back and cracks open with a start, a storm, a sun-struck smile. the way the …….(fears) years stumble, tumble and squall; the way rain ………….love or a lone tree falls and maybe nobody … Continue reading

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run two {and change}

{rearrange} your headspace to a c c o m o d a t e a paler blue. pace yourself, and trace that filament of sky to some semblance of sanity, some quiet sigh of gratitude, some shuffled feet of grace. … Continue reading

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run three, for me

{miles} with a big smile, because Blue is so close you can touch her, breathe her in and be -gin the day knowing you’ve run the (g)race you need. you’ve come to the water and returned whole, filled your lungs … Continue reading

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run three, to Blue

{miles} from me to You, where (g)race flows free from every rhythmic step. where sky and lakey sea make way for more of You and less of me.

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map my run

(3.some) …………….{miles}  map my breath by tune of blue, my heart by sacred morning moon. map my skin with cool of breeze and scent of pine. map my soul with the misty face of morning grace.

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cool {blue} runnings

run two (point five) ……………….{miles} to waiting blue, to the scattered hue of a rising sky. i am 6am,  the rhythm of feet and the silence of nobody and no body and heartbeat and birdsong. the long slow strides that … Continue reading

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