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thing is, they’ve made the most of all this gossamer spirit-song, perhaps longed for gold, but found the sunrise to be the richest of all. and now, their needs are small, their voices proud – all banshee promise, spilled aloud … Continue reading
… Crack free your hands. Check pen. Know spill, and spin. Begin. …
When the day’s given its fill, …..I am still. Lying here, an untied moor …..searching for some remnant of the coast. …..Your ghost haunts these shifting sands the most. With salty sighs, I realize ……….I am still searching for your … Continue reading
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. Too much remains. The stench of frying onions. Vivaldi. Flannel, silk and the bite of steel. The ghost smoke of his pipe, rising in a whisp -ered song. Apocalyptic rain. . PAD, day 27.
… We are empty veins, ghost and granite names, tabled flesh; weight of fear and howl circled through wrought iron tears. .. Wordled.