Tag Archives: Q44

Where We Live

Posted on June 4, 2018 by

Oh, we’ve got our share of glass ……………(houses, ……………ceilings, ……………thrones). We’ve cast the first. We’ve been the last one standing in a pebbled storm. We’ve swarmed the castle. We’ve bled, and mourned; lost and won. Let’s drop our stones and … Continue reading →

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Pocket Storms

Posted on May 21, 2018 by

… I have decided ……………(she thunders) that these last cold drops are mine, …..saved for a sunny day when arched and angry eyebrows know the sky shines quite too bright and I need just one little plop of …………….rain to … Continue reading →

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muddling puddles

Posted on May 7, 2018 by

.. gosh, my galoshes are sloshed. i’m gonna need a bum -bershoot to keep my willy-nilly birthday suit(e) saved unscathed from all this mud -(d)led muck. yuck, the sun’s come out again. i miss the stuck-struck spill of my jelly-belly … Continue reading →

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Utter a Muddle

Posted on May 7, 2018 by

.. S(p)ring a silly song, be-fuddle me a muddy-muse, so we can s(t)ring along. Cuddleme a cloud-phrase, huddleup in hiccup-daze; hunkerdown in puddle-praise, zipcrunchleap a poem. Fa-La-La a lullaby(e), fall into a murmured sky. Ink. Don’t think. And don’t ask why. … Continue reading →

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After You Have Called Upon That One Last Wishing Star

Posted on May 7, 2018 by

.. , won’t you hold for me a petaled breeze between your teeth, speak some quiet sigh -lence into my hungry ear? will you save for me a song or two ………(a day, a year) from this crushed dawn; a … Continue reading →

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When You Are Finished With Your Own Scar-Gazing

Posted on April 23, 2018 by

, gather me a sinew-sky full of fireflies with intricate wings, no-more-questions; a place to hold my broken wishes, my brightest hope. A stone for keeping, knowing, throwing at my fears; a few years to breathe, be -lieve in my … Continue reading →

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Some Nights Hold Teeth

Posted on April 9, 2018 by

.. , when the wind blows it all loose and mean around your shoulders and the iron cloak of darkness closes in. More questions than you have punctuation for; more clouds than this ebony scrim deserves. The stars mock sharp, … Continue reading →

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