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Monthly Archives: November 2022
and the sky played on
she never knew the moon was made of music, orion belting out the blues. and then she flew, mad as midnight, wild as stars. ::In November, we poem.
Posted in November Chapbook 2022
Tagged midnight, moon, most mad and moonly, music, Orion, orion's belt, sky poems, we're all mad here, wild, wild as stars
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beach sand
if you hold it just right (in pocket, in hand)it’s magic fairy dust. :: Quickly, day 30. I may write more later, but today’s nuts.
The Sun’s Up Again And the world keeps turning and the sky keeps squawking and I swear you just keep talking, while the geese fly by like little white lies. Catch one for me, and wring its neck. I dare you. ::In November, we poem.
Posted in November Chapbook 2022
Tagged aubade with a broken neck, geese, little white lies, sun
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The Fox & the Gazelle
(Do tell.) :: They gaze and graze and guzzle,stopping over the winter stream. Somebody wished on a star, but put a stopper in the jar. Don’t ask the geese, they’ve got enough flop. (Full stop.) Corn popsthen stops. How do I love … Continue reading
True North and Other Quiet Lies
The compass says we’re therebut I still feel the pull of something greater, some crater in my soul that says we’ve got a ways to go. We wake. We give. We grieve. We take. We’re born. We mourn all those livesthat could be ours. And we … Continue reading
Posted in November Chapbook 2022
Tagged compass, give and take, grieve, lies, stars, true north, Truth
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Re:Mused (the one with all the titles) for want of wings, here in the resolve of remaining, (with Poe, of trees),we are shaking out the down placing deliberate storms in bold pockets, found poems of Icarus waning, moonsquabble myths of moon. (come, o better fates) assessment: after all … Continue reading
Posted in November Chapbook 2022
Tagged remixed, remused, the one with all the titles
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grey balloon set in a painted sky
:: why don’t you embrace all that blue? :: Quickly, day 27.
Shaking out the Down
“I am a feather for each wind that blows.” William Shakespeare :: Look up, the sky’s a fluffered songof promise. A float of hope. Let’s make ourselves a small and quiet place to gather these loose quills caught. **Cue the lightning.** On second thought, let’s not. … Continue reading
Posted in November Chapbook 2022
Tagged down, feathers, lightning, quills, second thoughts, Shakespeare, sky poems, thoughts caught
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