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to hold the moon on your hungry tongue

… , first hum her name in scooped vanilla phrase, and let it murmur-melt to silence. drizzle her in dark chocolate sauce sky, with poprock star sprinkles. there’s a milky way shake nearby; just grab a straw and slurp. the … Continue reading

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staying on task

.. just ask the moon. she’s got a job to do, too. wax. wane. balance the tide tables. keep that ocean stable. stars? they’re the thumbtacks that hold up the sky. (they don’t take smoke breaks, or wonder why.) i’d … Continue reading

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Ms. Moon Waning

.. She’s straining her golden eye to see the last good in this night, the last gold in this fight, the last gild for her flight. She’s danced all night across this star-stung scrim, whirled at her whim to ebony’s … Continue reading

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Scrabbling the Sun

… We scar it with our own lettered shine, crescent it with moon fingers. Stairway it in stars. A it. B it. See it through new eyes. Vowel it deep; steep it into some semblance of silence. We tornado our … Continue reading

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Five tiny stories in poem pockets

.. Nothing bitter. No coffee, no cold -heart stare, no chairs without comfort. No root. No soot. Nothing batter. No waffles. No pan -cakes, no average. No pitch black night with softball stars. Nothing bit her. Not the love bug … Continue reading

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Pocketing Blue

… Okay, the horizon’s gone a little murky and the air -waves are a cacophony of argumentation and delineation and falsification and hate. We debate and we try to satiate our hunger with happenstance instead of hope. We grope around … Continue reading

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Full Moon in a Snowstorm, Waiting

.. Dance, tiny bubble shimmer girl, skirted in skip and spark and shadow -spill. There’s a scar-breeze breathing open your grin. It leaves us lulled, pulled, cued to cloud and snowmelt, twist of green shoot, gathered rose. We hold our … Continue reading

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