Tag Archives: clacking black

Striking Sky

Posted on November 20, 2019 by

.. God’s taking full -flash photos again and it all rips open in a zigzag stab of gold cracking black in half, all clacking cymbals and flickered blaze. Our gaze is broken by thunder, struck by time, backlit by the … Continue reading →

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tiny poem

Posted on January 9, 2019 by

.. just a line or two clacked against all this busy breeze. .. prompted by poetic asides

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shhhhh…there’s only time for tiny poems

Posted on January 8, 2019 by

and so she clacks a wee small bit of black in the margins. smudge. sway. it is no great secrecy that she wishes for more, longs to store the rest of the world away and shout the things on her bursting heart. … Continue reading →

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morning glories

Posted on November 1, 2018 by

.. this pen these keys the long slow please -pull of coffee and precious pre-chaos dark. this spark and all its ancient fire and ice and storm and strum. the thrum of heart beat black and blue and clacked to … Continue reading →

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aubade for all things fading, strong 

Posted on April 30, 2018 by

{fare thee well, april} Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end. – Semisonic, Closing Time   a smoothness which sings,saying (though love be a day) do not fear,we will go amaying. – E.E. Cummings   .. April bends, … Continue reading →

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Riposte for a Curious Sky

Posted on April 29, 2018 by

.. What is it we have learned from pebbled songs? Simply this: We are word warriors forming sacred battle lines just in (case)time for our brokenness to find a place to feel (g)rounde(d);lay its small unquiet secrets. We have a … Continue reading →

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I Once Was Lost

Posted on February 5, 2018 by

I am scribbler, seeker, word scavenger. Flit and flutter, dot-to-dot soul. I will clack black, indigo, and make worlds of all this silence.   A found poem scavenged from my own poem journal, for day 4 of Grace’s 28 days … Continue reading →

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