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In Answer to a Startled Sun

  We rise, apprised of nothing. We sip sink thirst think, and sigh at clouds. We carve our secret names out loud on caves and canvas, steep our skin in freckled fret. Then that big hope-balloon-moon breaches the horizon, reminding … Continue reading

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feckless freckle poem

.. freckle me some words, me says (to me) who really (reallllly) wants to wade back into the sea. freckle me some words, she says (to she) and so I sit here, desert (bound) and less than footloose fancy-free. freckle … Continue reading

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