Category Archives: moon poems
.. , we realize (not quite soon enough) that we are made of silt, and salt. not our fault, perhaps – this being our glorious dark -est hour of burning hunger, quiet storm. that slice, that nice bright sliver of … Continue reading
… I’m not sure where …….the moon went, …but I think it might be ………………..my fault. I miss her. So please, ……forgive ..my salt. .. Poem ketchuping.
.. Be -hold the sun, flush with first blush of day , an unquiet con ……….(artist) -trail of clouds, pass -ing by too soon , the dry rub spark of dark stars, this toxic oxy -mo(r)on. .. In November, we … Continue reading
…. , trying to forgive an unrepentant moon for her jagged smile. ..
.. She’s braying and saying that she doesn’t wanna wane today, doesn’t feel like fading away into nothing. She’s crying and sighing and holding nothing back at bay, causing a tempest -tantrum of whine and ocean waves. She’s taxing and … Continue reading
… We have wandered ……….(once again) too far. Become un -lucky in our gaze. These streetlights falter, alter shadows, offer cobbled stones. Perhaps we have bartered our broken much too soon, settled for the passing of the buck by … Continue reading
, we walked those paths and chattered on of years and tears and everything and nothing and every -thing in between, amid those ancient rising oaks and gravestones white as teeth. … twiglet #96.