Daily Archives: September 11, 2017

wild {in which she conjures up one more 44-word moon}

hear-ye, here: ye. free. found. ballooned in the dancedawndreamdrizzle of spilled bliss. still, this: echo-storm -pepper-curled scar. open jar, shadowcloud-spark. we giggle ghosts, spring flicker-fear, lull leaves to skip-melt-twist. she shimmers on, bubblegrin rose, supposed whisper-sound, curl-cued nightbreath breeze. our … Continue reading

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When Towers Fall

… , we wonder if we’ll ever touch the sky, if the free we know will fade like smoke against this scorched land. If the brave will still stand, and we among them. If the heroes will still come, and … Continue reading

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free

… -fall: she makes her self (invisible) (invincible) (indivisible) impossibly small. curls into the sly smile of that wily harvest moon. rides out the storm by counting stars. carves her name in songs without a sound. flying, she is frozen. … Continue reading

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