Tag Archives: morning poems

snailstone

… scribble-scrabble your morning away, under a rising grapefruit sun. just like ………………me.     ..     ,,

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sticky fingers and sunshine

..   those grapevines spilled over into our yard from theirs, and my tiny people liked to be lifted up to borrow a juicy burst of morning with hungry crimson hands.   .. Twiglet #16.   

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Still Pondering Crows

.. She knows there are other things to pause and poem (the light in that window there, the flapping rooster man on the corner, the whisper of snails) , but she cannot seem to get past the ebony apostrophes of … Continue reading

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The One where it Dawns on Her

(aubade for all things broken) .. For more than ever, I have wanted something more than all this strugg -led skin, wanted to shrug my shoulders and shed my shoulds, fill my scars with stories. See that place beside the … Continue reading

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jest, a minute

.. what a joke one breath can be. (there it goes. did you miss it?) there’s a particular significance to morning. (now it’s over. did you kiss it?) i think perhaps my san -ity is slipping. i am currently consorting … Continue reading

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breathing lessons

  prompted by poetic asides

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wet word dance

    magnetic poetry

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