Tag Archives: Quadrille

For My City, as It’s Falling

Posted on October 9, 2017 by

My City is aching. It’s taking one breath at a time, holding love at center and knowing ……………..it’s enough. My City is reeling, kneeling. Begging for healing and a glimpse of something that just might be Light. ………………………..We fight. Name … Continue reading →

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spicing the moon

Posted on September 30, 2017 by

tonight she’s all cinnamon-simmer, a saffron-shimmer in a cardamom sky. melt her center, spent. bent towards some semblance of jazz -mine grace, her face a swollen slice of stolen nutmeg pie. sprinkle her in crater -cradled stars. sp(l)ice her soul … Continue reading →

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wild {in which she conjures up one more 44-word moon}

Posted on September 11, 2017 by

hear-ye, here: ye. free. found. ballooned in the dancedawndreamdrizzle of spilled bliss. still, this: echo-storm -pepper-curled scar. open jar, shadowcloud-spark. we giggle ghosts, spring flicker-fear, lull leaves to skip-melt-twist. she shimmers on, bubblegrin rose, supposed whisper-sound, curl-cued nightbreath breeze. our … Continue reading →

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When Towers Fall

Posted on September 11, 2017 by

… , we wonder if we’ll ever touch the sky, if the free we know will fade like smoke against this scorched land. If the brave will still stand, and we among them. If the heroes will still come, and … Continue reading →

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free

Posted on September 11, 2017 by

… -fall: she makes her self (invisible) (invincible) (indivisible) impossibly small. curls into the sly smile of that wily harvest moon. rides out the storm by counting stars. carves her name in songs without a sound. flying, she is frozen. … Continue reading →

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Cloudy, with a {small} chance of tossing all her words to sky.

Posted on August 28, 2017 by

I dance. Bliss-bubbleballoon this clover-cloud sky. We journey, jars open, leaves spilled; giggle -ghost our most drizzle-dreamed stillness. Flicker me storm -peppered fear, the dear -dawn way green twists rosebreeze. Whisper -curl my long-lulled scarsong, breath sparked, shadowsound. Shimmer -grin … Continue reading →

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it comes down to this {she says, as she falls}

Posted on August 28, 2017 by

.. the bliss of the moon kissing skin. the twist of balloon clouds shadow-puppeting the sky. the skip of stones across the sea. can you hold these things …..{careful, careful now} for me? i’ll be back once these old dry … Continue reading →

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