Tag Archives: impish poems
that tiny imp is at it again, taking what is -erfectand turning it to dust. stealing what is -robable and dressing it in muss. we take all these minuses and gift ourselves the poss, knowing anything is possible if we can (s)imply trust. :: written for today’s Quadrille over at dVerse. I’m … Continue reading
(Lune-acy, and a lady in waiting) .. Call her crazy, fool -ish and strange, spangled in spilled stars. .. A Lune poem, for NaPoWriMo, day one. Come play!