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Daily Archives: November 4, 2022
aubade (in the key of d)
(minor) morning breaks her open, flames too soon. she’s already mourningdarkness, stars and a sinking treble-trembled moon.
Posted in moon poems, November Chapbook 2022
Tagged aubades, key of de, moon, morning, music, treble
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hair of the dog
welcome to wildling bog, where we are full of beansand chase our november (s)word hangovers with applesauce,daisy chain crowns and trees. we wily wenches climb no stairs (of hair or otherwise) we spin no gold we bear no bling (the corsets were too tight). we swim no … Continue reading
in the in between
when both the sun and moon grace the same gold sky,i too am both erased and a bold new light rising. :: In November, we poem. Today is day 4.
Posted in November Chapbook 2022
Tagged blank poems, blank titles, moon poems, moonstones, morning, new light, sunrise, tiny poems
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