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Daily Archives: November 30, 2020
Abide (an Aubade)
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
stage: left
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
wanting whim
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
tell me again about the dragons (and the plums)
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