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
.. we long to press our footprints in -to her milky skin, see once and for all if she truly is made of stone, reflecting light that’s not her own. we long to build ourselves a tiny cottage there, a … Continue reading
.. we never did learn the metric (solar) system, so for us it’s always been a game of inches. she swells, she sways, she goes away. put the measuring tape (the scotch tape, the duct tape, the betamax tape) away; … Continue reading
… , bent toward center, inhaled deep like sunshine skin; when shelled and shadowed, fragile with waiting; when debating the difference between sigh and song; when falling. when calling to arms, to stars; when holding worlds in tired hands; stand … Continue reading
.. too soon, she folds her self in two, half -crazy for this indigo sky. ..