Daily Archives: November 14, 2022
see, here’s the gist: this poem does not want to be told. she’s holding it all in way too close to feathered chest assuming playing dumband stumbled silence bestfor flying below the radar, or snow. see, here’s the ghost: of chance, she cannot speak. it’s been a week … Continue reading
we ponder flutter,loss, caws(and effect), and the way it falls down downdown. ::In November, we poem.
all broken midnight feathered thing, shall you only sigh to sky? i crimp your caw to heart and i long to loan you sting of bee and yawn of moonor paper dragon fire, the bold desire to build your (wings) self of steam. ::It’s Quadrille Monday over at dverse, … Continue reading
Took the Apple in (cuz locked passwords, swear words, error message number bah-de-bah). Smart Guy sez there are cookies involved (or was it pastries?) and have I turned them on(what, with my pasties, perhaps?) and also have I (cracked up) (yes) backed up (ohhh.) (yeah, no.) my phyl-ums? Of course I have not, because I … Continue reading
she’s the stuff of wishing fluff, of whim wind-roared to sky. :: In November, we poem.