… Hurricanes are christened alphabetically, …..male …female, ………even …odd and the big ones get retired: Andrew, Katrina, Sandy. I read their headlines, ink my fingers in their bruised skies , and long to spill my own torn -ado’d heart, label … Continue reading
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.. I stop by for a cup of tea and a song, but instead she says We are all a little broken , and I know she’s right, that the glory of us, of this place is in our scars, … Continue reading
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“Sunshine cannot bleach the snow, Nor time unmake what poets know.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson “Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing…” – John Ruskin .. It breaks, this day. Open, like an egg. In golden strings, strummed as song. … Continue reading