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The Low-Hummed Hope of Other Songs  

  … 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

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(S)Lumber Parties for Dizzy-Daisy Princesses

See, here’s the thing:  the men -folk are all off engaging in the hum -drum dumb of war and snoozing laws. We prefer a (rebel-with-a-cause) preponderance of paws, and whip -cream shapes and declarations that go a-May-ing: National Peanut Butter … Continue reading

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to hold the moon on your hungry tongue

… , first hum her name in scooped vanilla phrase, and let it murmur-melt to silence. drizzle her in dark chocolate sauce sky, with poprock star sprinkles. there’s a milky way shake nearby; just grab a straw and slurp. the … Continue reading

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Her song has a small, slow leak

.. like a low moon, waning. , a pin-prick star -stolen breath. Stanza. Syllable. Sigh -lence. Sky. A tre(m)bled clef. Who knows? Maybe you will find your way ……………………….here and wonder why she’s still waiting for that tiny blue balloon … Continue reading

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birdsong

.. long my waiting into morning hope, a hum of blossomed breeze   ..

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Breathing Room

.. Make a ceiling of this sky, indigo in all its glory. Embrace the bound -aries of this room, this infinite space, this place we’ve been given to inhale and exhale and grow to know our -selves, each other. Gather … Continue reading

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The low and quiet hum of it

.. There’s an aria here, too, and ballad moments. Nights filled with long slow love songs. Days drumming our hands against the furniture to the beat of our kids’ hearts, the rock album noisy rhythm of it all. There’s the … Continue reading

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