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Let’s Get Ourselves a Phone Booth

.. (circa 1984), and become something we’re not, or wish we were. Let’s ditch the glasses and the classes and all that harasses us deep. Let’s keep ourselves sane with super -lative breeze, and capes of daisy chains. Masks of … Continue reading

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Because she has grown from this turquoise scrim,

  She braids her roots into the stars, a triumph of chimneys at her crown. She ponders petals and sparrows, casts the moon, and pins it down.   .. Image by artist Catrin Welz-Stein Inspiring prompt from over at dVerse Poetics today, … Continue reading

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ask alice

.. if her smile’s gone all slant -like, or cheshire or shrink me-mad or silent. if the violence of the fall …..was worth it all, or if she’d rather go back for good, …..if she even could. ask her if … Continue reading

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Belladonna Moon

… She makes us swoon, poised and poison in her hemlock sky. She’s got spies, these night -shade stars, sending them falling, calling each other into the dark. Did we spark their conversations with our foxglove stares? The fragile lairs … Continue reading

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Holding the River in Unquiet Hands

{Aubade for a Softer Sunrise} . Shattered, we slow our hearts and let dawn’s waves wash over, taking with them our deepest wants and fears, but not the ability to call them back, or make them stay gone. Falling moon … Continue reading

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How She Got It Back

… She just put on her little Miss Grooooovy two-shoes and danced the indigo blues to a southern sky. And oh, my did that sun ever shimmy-sway …s    h    i    n    e ……………just fine.   .. … Continue reading

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Come Again, and Soon

.. We woo that wild and wily moon, ask her to stay. Her visits are brilliant, short, and waning. We whine. Try to wine and dine her with burgundy clouds, ebony scrim. She turns in her dark dress, golden tresses … Continue reading

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