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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
…then you can swallow it, and it’ll all dissolve, see, and the moonbeams would shoot out of your fingers and your toes and the ends of your hair… – George Bailey, It’s a Wonderful Life .. .. Is it … Continue reading
.. the start’s a cry, a blur, a wonder. the finish is a fraying string of sorrow. the real story lies in that most mad (and moonly) middle dash. ..
.. We have made much of this wily moon, her rebel comings and her goings, her invisible tide sky-strings, the quiet way she ducks and dives and dis -appears. Hold her milky skin within your own; set your beat to … Continue reading
.. She is most mad, really, all frilly in her cloud skirt, just a girl made up of stone and star -dust. This morning, we caught her sneaking home again, up way past her bedtime, still clad in last night’s … Continue reading
.. She’s craving crescent, effervescent sliver, silverfish shivered into indigo sky. She’s carving her full self out of ivory, dipping low into crimson sea and wondering how she came to be quite so gibbous. She’s amphibious, breathing strange in her … Continue reading