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(A praised day found) . Please forgive me for the song that loops around us now, this quiet separation from the ……….stars. We raise our tiny voices to the sky – doodler of dragons, an unsolvable equation of puberty and … Continue reading
(Still Mostly True) .. B is for Bull -dozer, bird by bird, the rules of the red rubber ball, and writing down the bones. Something like magic, orbiting the giant hairball means you belong ……………….to me. Teach me sandscript, … Continue reading
.. As the day takes its final breath, Persephone puts on pants, quirky girl under a paper doll moon, sleepwalking through slivers of limbs, and liquid skin. (We are) string theory sugar spun star sisters shouting yes to no one … Continue reading