Daily Archives: November 3, 2018

Tired of the Inevitable Deaths of Smallish Dragons

, she chalks their wings in darkest hour -glass green, splendid in their falling. They’re sprawling loose and long and strong in this bright sky, and she can see tiny talons, teeth. Truth. The wild wild proof and promise of … Continue reading

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tired of the entanglement of titles

, she colors outside the lies. revels in her own muchness, such as it is at this moment in tumbled ………………-time.   .. In November, we poem.       

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