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Monthly Archives: August 2020
, I don’t wanna pan(dem)ic no more (no more) so (please) just blue me a kiss bramble me a storm verb me a poem, then sky me … Continue reading
.. i just don’t wanna play today (no way), just wanna sit on my bum and say (oh, hey!) let’s build a blankey fort and doodle away some time, … Continue reading
, you find yourself indigo -clad and clapping like thunder, a blur of turquoise tutu and treehouse battle scars. the earth underfoot is a song, a sigh, a silence. the sky’s got both wings and teeth, a dragon -fly in … Continue reading
this is no garden place, these terra cotta hills and mountain face. she aches for blue beyond this sky, some rainbow’d why. but still she finds a slip of pink to fuel her ink; a bramble of crimson, that golden … Continue reading