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Category Archives: poetic asides poems
We walk in hush under a humbled sky; hand- led, held to the beat of a broken moon, and a maze of dinosaur bones. .. Written for Poetic Asides.
The moon’s got a river of promise running through her milky skin, a vein of waning soul. I’ve got a fallen-scar wish that says she’s willing to die for that ocean. And really, aren’t we all just bodies of water … Continue reading
she tries these wayward voices on for size, pens up and down the ivories to see the light and seize the dawn. she cries when the words won’t come, when they flit and fray and tease her from the shadows. … Continue reading
, colossal in the awakening of my own un -flat skin, husk ……………………-y voice of silence. these schemes of vein and sinew sky sting a phrase to page, ……………………a transferred why. .. Prompted by Poetic Asides. … Continue reading
.. 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
.. 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