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fiddle moon

    play magnetic poetry here.   

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Mr. Fixit Tries to Spackle the Moon

.. Too soon, he realizes it’s use -less; she’s born …….too many scars. And besides, she’s shrinking again. Waning until she’s weightless, wantless, willed and whiled to sky. Ask him why he keeps at it, and he’ll tell you this: … Continue reading

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good-enough moon heads to the hardware store

… she’s feeling a bit sallow, scooped a little shallow of her form -er self. that’s okay. nothing a few supplies can’t fix. aisle 6 provides a mirror or two (she’s got some extra reflecting to do). aisle 11 has … Continue reading

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Crying Over Boys

I’m down to just one thing, and I’m starting to scare myself… – Something I Can Never Have, Nine Inch Nails   … We’re on our way to Mexico. No, I’m not kidding. And yes, we’re a cliché. And there’s … Continue reading

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The Reason She Never Writes About Politics

… is that the moon has a silver platform that never tires her.   ..  

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Lear-ing at the Moon

.. Have you met my best muse, the moon? Some mornings, she leaves way too soon. So I woo her with phrases and sometimes she raises my spirits to joy, from jejune.   .. .. Frank has us pondering Limericks … Continue reading

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feasting on the moon, and poems

{a ramble in sestina form} ..   the moon’s a golden pest, a horizon harlot crack -ing open the sky in a ramble of tide, a hiccup of light. watch her wince -squint her way to dawn’s festoon of crimson … Continue reading

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