Daily Archives: August 2, 2017

Err, Apparent

… She is holding an un -quiet dragon under her skin, the line -age of whom can be traced back many moons, monsoons and slow gulf stream storms. She has mumbled and fum -bled her way into some smallish spaces … Continue reading

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Human, Divine

… We hold our scars close to chest, rest our flitter-fluttered hands against our tired breasts; err our differences and breathe out all these things we cannot change. We for -get {where, when} we got all this pain, all this … Continue reading

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