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Most days, we don’t know which ones to cross and which ones …….(senses, secrets, songs) to burn. So we paint them, portraits of our own in -decision, steel and solid basket cases of our wandering hearts. We run our hungry … Continue reading
.. We crave the cobbling of days, the ways that things unthrown might add up to some pathway, some intricate up. Some cup more than half full. Runneth over. We live in glass houses, under glass ceilings, grass roofs … Continue reading
Give us cookies, shiny things. That we might leave a trail, might find our way back home. Give us stones unstacked and thrown only into sea, river rock turning water to power. Give us hours and stories. Smiles. A way … Continue reading
the earth’s got a million walls, a thousand places to mime yourself shut, a live person crammed into a small in -visible box. what of bridges? trellised places we might climb and rhyme and stand (together) to gather our songs. … Continue reading
.. one step forward, two steps back (it’s a cha-cha-cha, really) and we smile anyway and graffiti our gratitude on broken planks. the world is leaking in, sneaking up and filling cups with all manner of bitterness and dis -traction. … Continue reading