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I say the tragedy is how you’re gonna spend the rest of your nights with the light on So shine the light on all of your friends… – Jason Mraz .. This sky’s got a million ways of cracking … Continue reading
Beat your plowshares into swords and your pruning hooks into spears; Let the weak say, “I am a mighty man.” – Joel 3:10 .. Let’s say these scars are the places the sun shines through. The places the world … Continue reading
This sky is just not the same. .. It’s too liquid to hold these important things: ………………your breath. ………………your death. ………………your name. .. Prompted by PAD, day 19.
(for Mr. Cummings) .. parenthesize death all you want, Sir. put poems in its lap; syntax the crap out of us all in kisses, laughter, flutter, flowers. that casket’s still too small; this day, too soon. .. … Continue reading
.. They say she is dying. We listen with wrenched hands, tightening lips. The clock on the wall ticks, clicks its way into our worn brains, as if we don’t already feel its dwindling voice in our own heartbeats. Staccato … Continue reading
. So it turns out they were all dead after all, in purgatory or somesuch, even though Abrams, et all promised me (well, not me personally, but all the hardcore, readallaboutit fans) that it wouldn’t end that way. It’s … Continue reading