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Image from Wikipedia. .. This poem is just one or two steps shy of everything I might want to be. I’ve added stars and salt and sea and sigh -lence and the violet violence of one last sunset. Yet, it … Continue reading
in the mar -gins of life, she wells with ink and inks well. white chalk; indigo sky. ..
… I write in rain and coffee stained half-moon paper smiles. The cloy and cling of past -life sting smoke. The perfumed poke of pine. The desert after a storm. The smell of snow and silence. Indigo flow and old … Continue reading
.. , so deep that you can’t find me. so wide my inky arms can span the world. so vast my salt can stay. Or so I plead with stars. But so far, I am a shore. .. Prompted … Continue reading