Tag Archives: moon poems

curtain call for a fading moon

Posted on April 30, 2018 by

too soon, this midnight sky ……………….-scrim closes, and she supposes ……………..what life is like backstage.     … Advertisements

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Symbiotic Moon

Posted on April 26, 2018 by

.. He lends her his sol, she borrows his light. . ………………………….She tugs on his tides, ………………………….he gives her the night.   .. Poetic Asides April PAD Challenge, day 26.   

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16 new ways of looking at the moon

Posted on April 16, 2018 by

{for she is ever, always, my favorite.} i. she’s a hush-hush hum in a clandestine sky, a whisper in the spiral ears of stars. ii. she’s the smudge-sketched thumbprint tintype of some long -gone goddess. iii. don’t stop looking for … Continue reading →

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Lamentations of a Wayward Moon

Posted on April 12, 2018 by

… You blame me for the tides ……………………(both sides) even though I have whispered you that small thing no one else knows: they’ve got a mind of their own. Be -ware, they’ll swallow you whole (or half, waxing or waning … Continue reading →

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learning the moon

Posted on April 5, 2018 by

… there’s a logarithm to it all, a waxing and waning in the way she tilts just so, supposes some algebraic sway with her smile. we have written her out (and about) with participles dang -ling, scientific theories wrangling the … Continue reading →

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Perhaps She is the Thumbprint of Some Wayward Queen

Posted on January 31, 2018 by

.. You say to talk about her in a new way and I must tell you I am exhausted. She exhausts me. My nouns. My verbs. My inky veins. I have quilled her a thou -sand poems in paper sky, … Continue reading →

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Cold Florida Moon

Posted on January 8, 2018 by

New Year’s Day, 2018 Venice Beach . It’s not the state we’re used to, this time around – of the union, or of being. The breeze is less than balmy, the palms nearly as frozen as our own. We’ve come … Continue reading →

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