Tag Archives: Q44

The Low-Hummed Hope of Other Songs  

Posted on October 9, 2018 by

  … We have wandered ……….(once again) too far. Become un -lucky in our gaze. These streetlights falter, alter shadows, offer cobbled stones. Perhaps we have bartered our broken much too soon, settled for the passing of the buck by … Continue reading →

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Intricate Dragons

Posted on September 10, 2018 by

We are so much more than all these scales and skin. See our scorched breath scald the sky; hold our quick -silver moon blood in the kite strings of veins. Taste the truth of talons. Set us         (held, and … Continue reading →

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Sacred Ground & other Sorrows

Posted on August 27, 2018 by

… Trace her indigo, emerald, blush of sunset, rise of moon. Name her lost daughter, holy place, mother earth -en fire, cold desire. Give her a swollen pasture soul, a staggered heartbeat under hungry feet. Quill her center in ancient … Continue reading →

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Hold her carefully, in quiet hands

Posted on August 13, 2018 by

.. This poem is made of cardboard, clouds and clay. She only has a tiny thing ……………….(or two) to say, but she might shout it. She’s all about it – this sunslant, that breeze. She breathes in syllables and sighs; … Continue reading →

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Corners(tones) First

Posted on July 30, 2018 by

.. She’s been home all of four days and she’s still trying to muddle-puzzle (befuddled, tear-puddled) out what this desert -cycle life is all about, how to scratch …..her name in more than Lake-soaked sand and …..the itch to be … Continue reading →

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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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