Tag Archives: poeming

Curbside

  .. We are weary star -chalkdusted fury fugue. For we have been here for hours and hours and hours, most of them black as night. But like this aching, waking sky, only our cracked-open places allow the spill and … Continue reading

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I Am a Star of Dubious Shine

… A poem of question -able alignment. I am bic ker(n)ing with my own skin, beginning to find my self fallen. I am 5am and light not yet shed and salt stirring sans sea. I am three sheets ………(of paper) … Continue reading

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petaled pages of love

.. we quench our thirst with feathered spell, and poems fall like early flowers. ..    

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Cue Cards for a Wayward Sky

.. Dance, we scribe; try to spark and lull the clouds to play their bubblegrins across our open-shadow song. Twist, we sing. Skip and dream of green breezes spilled through rose jars, melted shimmer-snow. Breathe. Right on cue, when journey … Continue reading

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If I’d Only Remembered {Not} to Listen

.. The world’s got a funny way of saying I love you, a sunny way of flaying my skin wide open and ………….{still} asking me to shine. .. poetic asides november chapbook challenge, day 3. 

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totem

.. don’t poke the head. she’ll snail back in, and sail along her sea of goo. don’t steal her heart. she hasn’t sparked it in awhile, and time’s a wastin’. heart of dragon, head of snail? confusing, yes. and it … Continue reading

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still standing here, with her cheek pressed against the door

.. , she is listening to the way the room breathes. the way he leaves without warning. the mourning of the walls and their sorrow-scattered beat. the peeling-paint pant of want, and wander. she has squandered herself for a single … Continue reading

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