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, you find yourself indigo -clad and clapping like thunder, a blur of turquoise tutu and treehouse battle scars. the earth underfoot is a song, a sigh, a silence. the sky’s got both wings and teeth, a dragon -fly in … Continue reading
. this poem is a rare bird, plumage primped and pulled to sun. she’s one of those tropical flowers with a thousand smaller blooms at center. she’s a spangled dragon – all sequined fire and iridescent skin. there’s some warpaint … Continue reading
.. there are dragons, of course and some of them are wearing tutus and striped socks (because who can control these things?) and one sings acapella showtunes and shrugs feather-boa’d scaled shoulders at the world and you and you and … Continue reading
there are too many un -knowns now, and so we have stopped asking questions. instead, we build a fire and watch the dragon spirits rise. … in april, we poem. and here there be dragons.
blurrrrsday again, and the be -fuddlement continues. we know not what these hours might hold, nor how we shall knit them together to make a quilt of promise. but still we don our brightest tutus and most audacious ………………..clouds, as … Continue reading
they are masters of mopetry and muppetry and the wispiest whispers and whims of clouds. they chalk out loud in the brightest colors and sing their scales in sorrowed sway. they carve their names in bark, not bite, and right … Continue reading
(a shadorma) .. here there be dragons and rain-fire, summer storm and spring fall; the way the sky slants sideways, a small cloud of flight. ..In November, we poem. Sometimes, in form. This one’s a shadorma.