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Dragon Moon

.. She’s a white curl snarl of bright stone, shone in fire and song. We watch her tail turn black, wane smudge into this talon-punctured scrim. She swims across the inky ocean, curved into her own dark flank. She’s listening … Continue reading

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sewn mouth

… there is a harvest of phrase (a hum, a song, a scream) behind my be -stung tongue. my teeth a cage, my seeds are gone. no pit, …………….all stone.   ..   Prompted by toads.   

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Somewhere in the City

{An American sentence}    Streetlamp solely sees them: lovers enfold, only raindrops between them.     .. Prompted by toads. 

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Ursula Finds Her Song

… So, I’m the bad guy. (Or so they say.) But let’s be fair: she gave it away. She wanted legs. (Poor unfortunate soul.) It wasn’t enough to have this whole wide ocean wave her way. So save your boos … Continue reading

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Early Flowers

Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings,saying (though love be a day) do not fear, we will go amaying. – E.E. Cummings … Even as the rain romances, after … Continue reading

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Mother, May I?

“Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of each.” — Henry David Thoreau .. We wish for truth in shades of black and white. It comes … Continue reading

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Icarus Falling

.. If iCarus had an iPad, he might have researched the temperature of the sun, or the melting point of wax. Or he might have caught an episode or two of Father Knows Best. He would have known a little … Continue reading

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Dancing Naked in an Electrical Storm

.. Nothing to see here. I have grown comfortable with the tempestuous nature of thunder. You can count the scars in my tempered skin against this angry sky, trace them with your fingertips and steal their sylla -bled stories. I … Continue reading

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paper dragons

.. origami me somebody who breathes …..fire, de -sires to fly, scales the sky in crimson strings. ceiling wax stack me high and fold me …..in to a land …………by the sea. .. prompted by Herotomost’s  “nostalgia” Play it Again prompt, … Continue reading

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Sevenling (Shoulders Cold from Summer Snow)

inspired by Gugu Buthelezi… I hate only lonely things: white abandoned blossoms, skeleton trees, footprints fading. We shrug our heavy names, unquiet bones these stinging stars. Care less for our own skin. ..       Prompted by Kerry over at … Continue reading

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