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Tag Archives: November poems
(though love be a day and life be nothing,it shall not stop kissing.) – E.E. Cummings .. we are ever falling softly, pale and petaled and waiting for our souls to set. .. NovPAD, day 29.
.. we long to press our footprints in -to her milky skin, see once and for all if she truly is made of stone, reflecting light that’s not her own. we long to build ourselves a tiny cottage there, a … Continue reading
… Eyelash flutter cool side clean, midnight mutter waking dreams. .. NovPAD, day 19 (still catching up, backwards.)
… across this whispered breeze treble-trembled soft, and spit-shined fine. form my syllables from songs of sky and moon and sea; see how they define me. …
.. there’s art on her way into the city. also, an ex -pletive or two. she likes to count the letter Zs. see how many she can catch before the buildings scrape the sky. there’s a guy on the last … Continue reading
.. Ishmael, wandering half ……..brother, late for dinner, son of a birch tree. Root. Leaves. Call me daughter, mother, ……lover, friend. Moon, stars, ……sky. Sea. Everything, …..nothing. And all things in between. .. November PAD, day 9.