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He loosed my muse from hair to shoes , gave me the will for wubulous whim and star-bellied glee. He had the Rx for making a mess of noun-sies and verb-ootles. He gifted me with oodles and oodles of ways … Continue reading
thing is, they’ve made the most of all this gossamer spirit-song, perhaps longed for gold, but found the sunrise to be the richest of all. and now, their needs are small, their voices proud – all banshee promise, spilled aloud … Continue reading
.. We chase the algorithms of the breeze, form a premise for the gibbous moon. Speculate upon her glow. We have formed a hypothesis or two, or three, about these shattered scattered stars. We can wax forth eloquent and strange … Continue reading
, the world comes at us, fast and fierce and long and loud. we lower our voices, raise our (s)words. ..
Shiny object, laundry pile, random pic to make her smile. Running squirrel or wayward breeze, playin’ puppy, ruffled trees. Dirty dishes, diapers, kids; Tupperware…can’t find the lids. Kitten purr and yummy snacks, legos loose in stacks and stacks. Online news … Continue reading
Place a + in there, all devil -may-care, and you’ll add a little sumthin’. How many x does it take to multiply the love we break to nothin’? Give a – some room, and boom!you’ll subtract the things we need … Continue reading