Tag Archives: Quadrille

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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Tao of Trees

Posted on May 22, 2017 by

… If we fall and make a slight sound and no one’s around, will our wisdom go to waste, just be erased? If we offer our skins for your unquiet songs, won’t you bid us to raise our own limbs, … Continue reading →

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echo me a frozen moon

Posted on May 9, 2017 by

… the giggle-spring journey of her returning was a shadow-spilled whispercue curled around a ghostballoon bubble-grin moon. she drizzles us still in cloudsparks, leaves dawn openjarred to breathe dark-dance breeze; lull trees to shimmermelt green. we scar slow, echo twist … Continue reading →

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my own name, bounced right back

Posted on May 8, 2017 by

.. i asked a canyon for answers, for some tangible way to verify the things i know to be true: the sky is blue up comes down the world is round. it answered me in echoes. hellohello… and the staggered … Continue reading →

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