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Loose Thoughts Caught on a Silver Slow-Stitched Thread

.. Listen, here is the thing we might whisper to your waiting ears if you let us; the picture we might paint for you of future endings and un -endings, the case we should argue for the brilliance of forbidden … Continue reading

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16 new ways of looking at the moon

{for she is ever, always, my favorite.} i. she’s a hush-hush hum in a clandestine sky, a whisper in the spiral ears of stars. ii. she’s the smudge-sketched thumbprint tintype of some long -gone goddess. iii. don’t stop looking for … Continue reading

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Orion’s Wheel

…. We steal celestial moments, thread our words through belt loops touched only by gods light years away. We call names. Fall apart. Whistle and wait for the echo of our own syllables. The stars are pin-prick cat prints on … Continue reading

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full dance cards

… the stars are falling, calling us out onto this ebony silk sway floor, lulling us to melt our way to shimmered sky. let’s skip rope on Orion’s belt, twist again and crescent moon grin, cloud bubble our troubles and … Continue reading

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The Eschatology of Stars

.. Orion’s got a limited number of belt loops. We’ve confirmed. So if you find yourself just spinning around out there in the middle of all that black scrimshawed sky, buckle your seatbelt, ……………and bring a flashlight.   ..

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following stars

… the sky is ours tonight, black as silk and bright with promise. we’re counting pinpricks of light, keeping time only by a melting moon. orion has loosed his belt, felt our need for bright things to lead our wandering: … Continue reading

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April, and Everything After

.. Spring flung itself on her like a song, a remembering, a salvaged piece of sea glass spun right round to scattered sand. She’s gotta hand it to the moon, broken open too soon, shattered all pretty crescent loose into … Continue reading

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