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ask her who she is, she’ll tell you

She is as moon, and does not hold her own full light; still, sometimes, she shines. An American Sentence poem for Day 22 for Grace’s 28 Days of Self Love.  Advertisements

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a balancing of stones

  she’s precariously held by wayward sky. Day 21 of Grace’s 28 Days of Self Love. In honor of actual self love, I’m not even gonna try to get caught up (took a fun long weekend off to spend with besties.) I’m simply gonna … Continue reading

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Another Broken Song

… See, this one’s letting a little light in through the   c   r   a   c   k   s, taking back some of its former vows of silence. Slice it quite thin, layer in some amber sky ; you just might find … Continue reading

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Drink this Poem

… This poem is a rum -bled mess, a stress of syllables and too much (be)gin. Absinthe makes its heart grow fonder. See? It wanders, over yonder. This poem is on a bend -er. Did you find it in a … Continue reading

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So she’s holding herself together with both arms

, Because stuff wants to fall out. Worries, and fears and all the nonsense of life. Because if she pulls her arms tight (just right), it all stays in. Impossible stardust, contained in cloud. Scatterings of tired brain, not said … Continue reading

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Hourglasses and Sanctuaries

  Prayer , a grain of sand in the sea. Unless your hands are quarreling yourself possible, form something. ……………Begin. Keep silent.   Prompted by day 13 of Grace’s 28 Days of Self Love challenge. This is a blackout poem, … Continue reading

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a little whoosh or swish

.. her heart speaks to the world in syllables, small murmurs of sound ground up with (rock)salt. if she’s curled a whisper ’round that shimmer-moon, it’s to poem -bounce the world into a leaping of hearts, a crunch of soul. … Continue reading

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