Tag Archives: Quadrille

copper penny fountains {in which she finally uses all the words to describe something other than the moon}

Posted on August 14, 2017 by

… With storm breath and flickered fear, we open journey-jars, spill-skip dream -coins into bubbled shadows. Dance a wish, lull-curl-whispered across spring-surface. The echo-sound’s a cued breeze, melted shimmer-grin-ghost. A boast-giggle, drizzled-green dawn. The twist leaves sparks, still-twisted scars that … Continue reading →

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Waking softly, slowly

Posted on August 14, 2017 by

Every day’s the first day of something or other, so we remember the blue. And the blues. The used toothpaste tube. The scent of rain, fading. The crumbling of time. And the way this sly sky holds court with tree … Continue reading →

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{factors}

Posted on July 31, 2017 by

it’s the way the sky darkens, harkens back and cracks open with a start, a storm, a sun-struck smile. the way the …….(fears) years stumble, tumble and squall; the way rain ………….love or a lone tree falls and maybe nobody … Continue reading →

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Aubade for the A.M.

Posted on June 19, 2017 by

… Morning breaches too soon, and the moon bids us farewell. That tangerine swell from the east says night has fallen to the other side, pried its dark hands from this horizon. We sway north, question our own salt, and … Continue reading →

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Squall

Posted on June 5, 2017 by

.. She blames the rain {again}. A gain of drop on skin; a loss of something more. The sky is broken open, full of bruises, old songs. She’s waiting for the sun to sigh, tell her how to feel again, … Continue reading →

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Indigo Swallows All The Words

Posted on May 23, 2017 by

.. We dance. And the sky’s a journey-jar twisted shadow-open, rose-lulled to grin by ghostdawn spring. It drizzles, still, a sound that cues breath, skip-spark twists green. Leaves bubbleclouds to melt in scar-curl sun. That spill-shimmer moon? She’s a whimper-whisper, … Continue reading →

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What Went Wayward

Posted on May 22, 2017 by

… Blame the rain. The way it slant-slid off this damn tin roof, the way we laughed (slippery, only slightly sane) at all the things we thought we knew. Listen to the sound ………..(advice) of silence. Then, blame the stupid … Continue reading →

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