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but you were there, under all that glow , and in between the wax and wane. and night after night you spilled stars, and I sang my own name. .. Prompted by Poetic Asides. Advertisements
… Got me a man who says it as a verb, disturbs the earth to make me spin. Got me 20+ years of giggle-guffaw-tears, and a way with words he steeps me in. Got me a thousand little things that … Continue reading
.. Tell the sky she’s bold and beautiful and vast and strong. Tell the ocean she’s got someplace else to go. Tell the world we’ve got a song to sing to all these spaces, broken places stitched together with ash … Continue reading
… we shall dawn-don them in turquoise and purple and crinoline glee, bobby socks fort knox blocks trees ready for (s)wings. you hold my kazoo, and i’ll dance for you while we wait on that wily (coyote) ……….moon. .. … Continue reading
.. They say size doesn’t matter and then they say dream big, but I prefer these tiny breaths and the way the breeze teases my heart into flight. You blink at all that sacred spotlight; I think I’ll save myself … Continue reading
We are so much more than all these scales and skin. See our scorched breath scald the sky; hold our quick -silver moon blood in the kite strings of veins. Taste the truth of talons. Set us (held, and … Continue reading