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pocket change

.. let’s stuff some hope in there, and some kindness, too, a little sun -shine and some promises that just might fight these denim blues. we’ll need some unity and a quiet few who are willing to break through and … Continue reading

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17 cents

.. just two ….(call ’em lucky) pennies and three nickels …….(rub ’em all together) that say she just might make it , that this sky might turn from black …and blue to sunrise tangerine so sweet, that these dirty feet … Continue reading

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folding, fitted

  morning. i am still listening to the moon. when we cannot find the day’s center, we change the sheets, create a ballooned fort of warmth and clothes-pinned sun. nothing else is solvable or solvent, perhaps. but we marvel in … Continue reading

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Chameleon Moon

She winks and mocks from a curious sky, golden one moment, silver the next and trying hard to play peek-a-blue with all these clueless clouds. She’s a wily one, and before you can quite catch her, fetch her, she changes … Continue reading

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the more things

though life’s lived wrongsideout,sameness chokes oneness – E.E. Cummings, love’s function is to fabricate unknownness    .. that we pile upon our piles and while away with worry and squander in our selfish pockets the more strings attached the more … Continue reading

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Mujo (WabiSabi Spill)

.. Summer Fall Winter Spring. We watch them pass in the slightly seasonless tones of desert life, watch these kids grow from tiny tyrants into baby mooses, all legs and attitude. We try to give them roots and wings. We … Continue reading

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cusp

. one of those days when dark comes in pieces and nobody knows the color of the sky. the sulfur scent of silence and rain that isn’t ripe enough to fall. the cold blue of flame at the center of … Continue reading

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