Tag Archives: moon

Theory of Nothing Whatsoever

Posted on May 9, 2019 by

.. We chase the algorithms of the breeze, form a premise for the gibbous moon. Speculate upon her glow. We have formed a hypothesis or two, or three, about these shattered scattered stars. We can wax forth eloquent and strange … Continue reading →

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hang a left when you get to the moon

Posted on April 29, 2019 by

she’ll show you the way to wane, to whim the hands of time to darker sides. go straight for the stars, dot-to-dot math a path to that horizon haze, and hold the day loosely in pin-pricked points. sway right at … Continue reading →

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Completely Smashed

Posted on April 24, 2019 by

.. against this midnight-silent sky, he is all rum -bled song (how many bottles of beer on the wall? We’ve lost count.) He’s cashed in and crashed on our couches and trashed his last joint and pointed at that tattle-tale … Continue reading →

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how to woo a gypsy heart

Posted on April 16, 2019 by

  .. catch me if you can (but not too soon). own me for awhile …………………and then release me to the moon.   .. In April, we poem.     

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Andromeda

Posted on January 22, 2019 by

  She sheds her sky -skin to begin, and reassembles herself …………………………………sane. . She gives the moon a shattered star -smooch, with lips of wax ………………………….and wane.     .. Prompted by Lil’s Poetics over at dVerse, and todays twiglet.  … Continue reading →

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Sea

Posted on November 25, 2018 by

… I’m not sure where …….the moon went, …but I think it might be ………………..my fault. I miss her. So please, ……forgive ..my salt.   .. Poem ketchuping.   

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So

Posted on November 21, 2018 by

, We don’t want to be here but it’s not worth shuffling all the way home. This star, a long forgotten spark. The moon, a further protest of the dark.   .. In November, we poem.   

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