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sticky stones 

we say they gather nothingas they roll (moss, or otherwise)but what if we surmise that they gather all? stream droplets and moon shine and the drunken breeze that sends them spinning, or the sea glass shards that keep them sitting fast in their own decline.  they gather tears, … Continue reading

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Bell My U(nigh,verse) City {Pic: Sea Dust}

… Lemme ’splain my spleen: Sophie’s choice was a CT scan(-tilly clad) stir -fry cook monk chanting in {pig}Latin. (ixnay on the awn mower, lei) Long story short (straight dark hair): we blew a gasket, ordered a casket in pine, … Continue reading

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