Tag Archives: penning tiny poems in the margins of life

and still, she is writing about smallish dragons

because she can feel their hot breath on her neck, the weight of their scales and talons in the tresses of her hair. they’ve got a thou -sand whispered things, and she is but one pen -dulum, swinging. they’ve got … Continue reading

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as it turns out,

  … we are smallish dragons, wayward songs, tiny poems waiting to be caught …….{fought, taught} by the tail, flailed in storms.     ..

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We are Parch,ment to be Broken

  The desert is no place for these unquiet stones. We cry water ……….{water} and wait for new storms.   .. Penning tiny poems for December. This one is for Twiglets #54.   

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dragon post-it

… back soon. burning for a crimson sky. wait for me {sealing wax, string and all} by the sea.   …

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scribbled daisies in delicate margins

.. swearing by all flowers, she spins hours making eyelashes of petaled promises, lovesmelovesmeknot chains of whim. give her a peri -winkle pen and a bit of white space, and she’ll ……………(erase) trace her own heart along veined vines, and … Continue reading

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why she spills

  … her dna is ink, ………..I think, some splat ….-tered stain ….in violent strain.     ..

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