Category Archives: poetic asides poems

Bratty Moon

.. 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

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Dandelion Fluff

.. 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

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of thrones

we reign and roam in intricate stone -faced poker skies. you raise; i’ll fold my hands and praise the storms that rise. we deal and dwell in joy that’s spelled in sorrow’s songs. you show; i’ll tell the world to … Continue reading

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Learning Curves

  .. I have studied the arc of moon for many days, spiraled in her angled gaze and held her full circumference in waiting hands. I feel that I am getting ………..(swirled, whirled) wiser by her ardent glow, the diameter … Continue reading

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Grad(u)ations of Color, Light

.. We are still learning, yearning for some diploma -cy, some salutatorian sunrise promise. Hold this crimson close, that one in a vermillion horizon to heart; start asking all the right questions: Can I pocket this praise? Can I fill … Continue reading

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Aubade with Broken Fingers

  She’s doing some aching again, greeting the day with open hands and a moaning heart, starting a song on this sky piano with knuckles lost to greater fights. She’s right at the center of that rising sun, mourning loss … Continue reading

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Distant Stars

…   Struck, we recruit that most madly moon ….(magnetic in her cloudy sway) to deem us worthy of our carbon, our base, our centers, our side -real longings. She’s a powdered compact, a mask we choose to pull from … Continue reading

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