Monthly Archives: November 2020
Crack open that bright blue dawn and watch the sun yawn and stretch again, begin to light our f(l)ight. We raise wings and sing, abide in deeper things than the morrows and sorrows of this place. This day, we find grace in the staying. :: it’s Quadrille … Continue reading
we outta here with our pens and our plans and our cramped-up hands and our scrib-bled dreams. these syllables are our last gasps and death-rattle rasps of lyric, lung and ripped-at-stanza seams. this means our scribbles are all scrabbled out, and there’s no doubt … Continue reading
this year’s gone all heavy again, lead-bellied belligerent bossypants and i long to tutu and tulle, rule the school with taffeta promises and stripey-socked glee. you see, we’ve got some giggles that need loosing. some bubbles that need blown to sky. some … Continue reading
we ate them all (the plums, not the dragons) so cold, just waiting there in the ice -box. we left none for the dragons (so hot).they’re left with nothing but wasted thought and witch-craft and hungry tums and fiery hums. :: a quick remix for poetic asides … Continue reading
we count them daily these gifts, these rifts that allow our worry to rest. we wrestle them into our pockets and let them over-flow. we know they heal fear and draw us nearer to true: we’re blessed. :: written for poetic asides November chapbook … Continue reading
and what’s next is breathingand believing the best and getting some rest and communing with sky and not asking why and holding on to Whoand breathing in Blue. :: written for poetic asides November chapbook challenge.
ok, so this is ’bout to be just ’bout da best poem you ever did see, soon as i get me muse awaked. soon as I get these fingers shaked just right, soon as the light slants on the page, soon as i get these wars all … Continue reading
we uncage her, engage her in song. the world’s a skyof branches and blue, a humming-hope promiseof wing and wind. written for poetic asides November chapbook challenge.
if you bend low, i can stand on your should-ers and stretch up up up on my tiptoes to reach Orion’s belt and fly. ::written for poetic asides November chapbook challenge.