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Tag Archives: moon stones
Let’s start at the very beginning, a very good place to start…– The Sound of Music Closing time, every new beginningcomes from some other beginning’s end.– Semisonic :: she orders a whiskey, neat(there’s enough that’s on the rocks)and floats alone … Continue reading
the stars are clocking inagain, twinkled noses setto grindstones. wishingmoments. filing awaythe hours. bathed in shine,we praise the darknessfull of shadowedsecretsand other unquietmatters of the heart. that swollen misfit moon,a work of art. ::I’m late to the party for this … Continue reading
(a Curtal Sonnet) :: If we ask our questions of the sky will it answer with its fallen stars and Orion’s belt playing in tune? When we raise our palms and wonder why fireflies won’t stay in gathered jars, how then … Continue reading
They say we’re out of ways to woo you. But I, heart tied to sky,shall try to fool you into loving me back. See, the clacking of all this black is really just a churning starless seabrought to you on bended knee. Are you the … Continue reading
the lion and the owl and the hound and the fox and the grasshopper and the ants and the tortoise and the hare and the many many mice and the golden-egged goose have all gonehome , and all that’s left is that stone -soup moon. and I, (alone)am still not … Continue reading
the other one tends to get all the attention (all that tangerine morning shine) , but she (more sinister sister, dark side tried and true light thief) still knows how to own a sky. we stop and watch her balloon-float gloat her way up, a full hot cup of … Continue reading
call me half -crazy, some crescent-style smile, but sometimes that’s all of me i let you see. i’ve got a darker side. howl away. but call me full, and i’ll show you, fool: whether i’m giving you the cold shoulder, out for bloodor feeling blue, i’m always waxingwaning crazy like … Continue reading
has us grinning, too and fused to the dancefloor of this star-stung sky.
better than this over -easy moon, spooned into a star scram-bled sky. …. written for poetic asides November chapbook challenge.
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