Tag Archives: I know why the caged bird sings

flip me crazy

like a page, ………………………………..like an empty box rage, ………………….like a (rib)cage -d bird, singing.       .. twiglet #72, with somethin’ me n Shawna said.   

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this was not necessarily the thing I wanted, but that thing flew away

.. i do know why the caged bird sings; i also know why they cage the bird. these pondered, wander -wondered words, these pieces of my poem -heart, these winged things, they plot their escape from the moment they’re breathed. … Continue reading

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grace graffiti, and the reason why she sings

.. :: listen: the birds have hum -bled hallelujahs for another broken dawn. ::

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Caged Bird

… She of feathers. She of song. She of longing and hope perched deep. She of unquiet sleep and azure dreams. She of distant shores and shadowed bars. She of want and wandered things. She stands. Stills, …………………………………….sings.   .. … Continue reading

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