Daily Archives: November 2, 2018

Curbside

  .. We are weary star -chalkdusted fury fugue. For we have been here for hours and hours and hours, most of them black as night. But like this aching, waking sky, only our cracked-open places allow the spill and … Continue reading

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this glorious poem

.. she’s all round hips and loose lips and sibilant spill; full of curves and nerves and the no -frills call of the wildebeest. she’s found herself in ink and sky, relies on timbered truth and marbled wry humor and … Continue reading

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