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Daily Archives: November 25, 2018
.. , we realize (not quite soon enough) that we are made of silt, and salt. not our fault, perhaps – this being our glorious dark -est hour of burning hunger, quiet storm. that slice, that nice bright sliver of … Continue reading
… I’m not sure where …….the moon went, …but I think it might be ………………..my fault. I miss her. So please, ……forgive ..my salt. .. Poem ketchuping.
we raise our tiny voices to the sky, for we know the Who even when we don’t know the why. .. This one was from the 22nd. Just forgot to post it here.