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Tag Archives: November Chapbook Challenge 2020
(i think),why i must go with the flow of the ocean and all that ink. :: written for poetic asides November chapbook challenge.
and we find ourselves falling into its pages tucking ourselves between stanzas as silk pillowcases. two days later we’re still here three sheets to the (whirl)wind drunk on phrase for another four days. gimme fiveminutes and i’ll tell you each rhyme-and -rhythm’d tale, … Continue reading
, ‘it’s the color of my wedding dress!’ she saysand he always fires back ‘periwinkle?’ and there’s a wink built right in and then she says ‘cornflower blue.’ and after 22 years it’s something that never gets old, always new, this laughter borrowed over blue. :: written for poetic asides November … Continue reading
we secure them with invisible (silly) string, and sing them a lullaby so they’ll finally sleep. they keep waking, taking stars. written for poetic asides November chapbook challenge.
the sky is calling, so i wing my way up up up to say a few words to that lonely moon. now waxing, Icarus fooling no one, melting into cloud cover and ebony’s small still voice. twitter-pated by stars, dot-to-dot-chalk -trying to figure out where to begin. but sometimes you just … Continue reading
, and then she’s running down the middle of the road in her bare feet in the rain, and the sky is cracking open and calling her name in a language she sudden -ly understands. And her hands are wrapped … Continue reading
when i wakesweat still slick on brow, i bow and thankthe day for light. Written for Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge.