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I am still waiting for the moon to find her own light. I mean, she can’t just lie there like a mirror forever, can she? Can I please hold something in my hands that might not wane? If I rip … Continue reading
(wink, wink) , I think it’s all gonna be okay. I think love wins. I think the day gets saved by one small smile. I think the miles get paved in hope. I think we drink from saucers, over -flowing … Continue reading
… We have wandered ……….(once again) too far. Become un -lucky in our gaze. These streetlights falter, alter shadows, offer cobbled stones. Perhaps we have bartered our broken much too soon, settled for the passing of the buck by … Continue reading
… Trace her indigo, emerald, blush of sunset, rise of moon. Name her lost daughter, holy place, mother earth -en fire, cold desire. Give her a swollen pasture soul, a staggered heartbeat under hungry feet. Quill her center in ancient … Continue reading
.. She’s been home all of four days and she’s still trying to muddle-puzzle (befuddled, tear-puddled) out what this desert -cycle life is all about, how to scratch …..her name in more than Lake-soaked sand and …..the itch to be … Continue reading
.. (circa 1984), and become something we’re not, or wish we were. Let’s ditch the glasses and the classes and all that harasses us deep. Let’s keep ourselves sane with super -lative breeze, and capes of daisy chains. Masks of … Continue reading