Tag Archives: Gertrude Stein

hope {and other smallish things that sing} 

she tucks it in pockets and lockets pressed near her heart, jumpstarted by its tiny zing. there’s a fleck of fuzz in there, too. a baby stone of azure blue. a crumb of sand. a strand  of scarlet string. a wee adieu. a fewtiny buttonsand … Continue reading

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A circle of fine cardboard and a chance to see a tassel.

No hassle, hash or mashed tag, small bag packed, the grades you ate graduate an A+, plus a red rude -imentary box. Put on your sox, a pox upon your off kilter off to kill her kill her off smile. … Continue reading

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