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… she finds herself in mysterious skin, flush with ……(premise) promise, but hemmed ………(and hawed) in. she is just beginning to (accent) accept this new frame, these [brackets] and //bars//. she works ….(dances, runs, rhymes) to unravel this quiet dis … Continue reading
bubble bubble toil and trouble, eye of storm and hint of truth. the world’s gone all (we’re all mad here) multi-colored chaos, and now it’s only in magic swirl of words that we can lead and curl and kern and … Continue reading
.. The sky’s a quagmire of quirk and quark, a knick-knack patty -melt of phrase a quadrangle angle of quiet ’tude, a dis -solving. Thaw me a wayward cloud, a quartered song to slip on, a quick quip with which … Continue reading
.. I laughed out loud today. At the absurdity of life, the cotton of the sky’s white lull. I have a million things to tell you, but they all feel small; none human enough for laughter, nor clear enough to … Continue reading
.. Stoplights are spotlights when the streets are your home, the place you wrap your heart in brown paper bag leftover sway, play your hum to a tendrilled squaredance sky. Don’t ask her why she’s lost. Just dance her ’round … Continue reading