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language lessons

.. i am still studiously listening to the stutter of trees, the Braille of breeze, and the way these feathered things might sway their song. that moon, she’s a teacher. a preacher. a reacher of stars. a quiet far -off … Continue reading

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Mooning {again}

Love her, love her (k)not; secret her against your skin and taste her salt. She is the running of the wolves, is the shaking of the photograph, is a grainy and lamenting sky. Warn her of your passing, and warm … Continue reading

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16 new ways of looking at the moon

{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

… 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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Overheard Overhead

{found poems in moon thought}   .. As far as mass goes, she’s a stone. No light of her own. The actual length, in flatrocks is waning. She’s shrinking, thinking. Looks prehistoric, right? She’s sky-wise and old bone tired. Wired … Continue reading

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In the Beginning was the Word.

.. In the beginning was the ………………………….word.   .. .. And the poet’s heart did swell, and quill her soul a quiet song. Longing to etch is somewhere safe, she confessed her need to the moon, who loaned her a … Continue reading

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solar system

.. they’ve got it down to a science, an order. an orbit. each in its place, spinning around fire. but this is heart: the desire for a generous scoop of stars, a resurrected moon.   .. Prompted by PAD, day … Continue reading

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