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Category Archives: Poetic Asides Chapbook Challenge 2016
.. There’s a last -ditch effort to our breathing, a long slow grieving process (progress?) that comes sharp with every sunset. We watch it plop into mountain range ocean spill quiet plain; disappear as if it never shined. We hold … Continue reading
.. The way the stars cut sharp, tinder us toward ashes, tender us worth -less. The way the fender bends into the breeze, going ever nowhere and the way the music (too loud) is still saying no -thing and everything … Continue reading
.. she’s a silver sliver, smiling. you’re just a shmo on the ground. look quick. (shiver) she’s got a thing for the tumult of sea, and she won’t be around long. ..
(though love be a day and life be nothing,it shall not stop kissing.) – E.E. Cummings .. we are ever falling softly, pale and petaled and waiting for our souls to set. .. NovPAD, day 29.
, and periwinkle chalk, and indigo ink that stains my skin. Slips of trees waiting. Sea. Sky. Sand and salt and wide-spilled stars. Shine. Black clacked, plowed through a snowstorm of white. The peace of another sunrise, and time ………………………………….to … Continue reading
.. she’s crum -bling again, all waning stardust and darkside drowning, downing cloud cocktails like there’s no tomorrow. she’s losing her much -ness, the suchness that makes her whole, the hot mess that still somehow soothes you. she’s a whole … Continue reading