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.. , and silent salt. The squawking cry of hungry gulls. The broken praise of trees. She’s on her knees in dark -est hour, bone-tired and waiting. Forgive her, Father (Son, and wholly long-loved ghost); at most, she’s brave. She’s … Continue reading
.. I am paper -proud, running with scissors, clinging to the rock. ..
… you wanted to play black -jack, while i’m more of a paper ……..(scissors, rock) girl. heads (over heels), i lose. hearts, you win. ..
they don’t cut much, or deep, and they keep tearing. their edges are ragged and worn as my own. but i am convinced if i let them flap in the breeze long enough, they might cover me, rock my inky … Continue reading
… i Shouldn’t, really. (Glass houses and all that C R A S H -ability.) ii Skip it. Long and low, across the waves, (or whatever saves you from the rest of the storm.) iii The one that … Continue reading
.. I don’t mean to be cryptic. Give me earth, wind, fire. This isn’t a triathlon, Love. You can run but you can’t (swim, bike) hide. Please, just go and ro sham beaux your way back to this third marble … Continue reading
.. this poem cannot wait for spring, early or otherwise. it has winter things to spill. snow and what -not, from its icy quill. no flake the same, they say, but they have not met her frozen side. how much … Continue reading