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Tag Archives: Quickly in November
. There was something democratic about the waves that lapped the dock like a secret handshake. It can’t be wrong to love the Lake while standing on the other side, all but gone. Remember the taste of frosting clouds? Do … Continue reading
… two stars granted, i wanted more for you than this fading trail; perhaps a Halley’s comet to lead you home. .. dandelion fluff enchanted, i wished for another tiny spindled thing to make the day sing; realized … Continue reading
.. give your whirligig a swig, chalk it up to aftershock and watch the auk dive into a curious sea. grab your rucksack bric-a-brac, zodiak and other signs, a flock of shrikes heck-pecking all that that cracker -jack cul-de-sac artichoke … Continue reading
. give her peace. give her contentment. give her simplicity. give her a pen and a song to sing. give her a wandering, a longing, a lost moon to capture as a golden ring. give her the sun’s shine, enough … Continue reading
. . prompted by Quickly in November, day 26.
.. When are you coming back to collect the love that she has left in triplicate? (Three kisses waiting on an old brick wall.) …………………….XXX .. Prompted by Quickly in November, day 24. (Wherein we place a famous … Continue reading
.. Ding dong. The clock is dead. The Lake is bowing her gorgeous head only to the ebbing sun. Her indigo blue dress has blushed crimson slate, and she’s twirling to greet a great rising stone moon. Enter the bear. … Continue reading
, the fake flavor of this part-pink lady drink makes you a cheap date. Don’t you hate the way the strobe lights fight your face? Wisdom equals work. Start your engines. That’s a perfect match. (Let’s watch it burn.) ……….Bottom’s … Continue reading
.. Velour my tongue, infinity frost my eyelashes. Crystallize this sky with the ache of silence. The world’s a sugar whirl -wind, a quiet-spun un, the sweetest flutter-spill of flake and flight. Melt star tears against my skin. … Continue reading