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Tag Archives: running
map my run
(3.some) …………….{miles} map my breath by tune of blue, my heart by sacred morning moon. map my skin with cool of breeze and scent of pine. map my soul with the misty face of morning grace.
run3
{miles} a morning sky spree, a sunrise song. a slight smile. listen to the lungs, the thirsty tongue, the way the whooooosh of street gathers to the beat of my scissored feet. watch an orange ball of fire spark the … Continue reading
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Tagged fiery lungs, run one, run three, run two, running, running commentary, scissored feet, sunrise, up before the sun, when did i become a runner
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sat, ran
run one (plus one) (plus one) ……………..{miles} ; write none (cuz life’s too fun to click and clack.) hit the track. {go for three} watch the sun. listen to the trees. toast. play. tomorrow is another day. and that muse’ll … Continue reading
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Tagged 5am, bestie in town, bff weekend (again), cheers, not really writing, run one, run three, run two, running, running commentary, running one mile every day if it kills me, running poems, sum sum summatime, sunrise, Tao of trees, tonight there shall be wine, when did i become a runner
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run two (whew!) (fry-day)
ran two (point five) ……………{miles} with half a smile and a whole lot of sweat, a couple of night bats and a swallowed bug. and when i’m done i just wanna hug my fan except i can not move (besides … Continue reading
breathing out loud
and a pink neon cloud (is she on the ………………{run} too?) doesn’t seem to know what to do besides hang out, plugged in to a rising sun. And the breath comes hard but it comes and the day’s already too … Continue reading
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Tagged breath, breathing poems, clouds, neon sky, run, run one, run two, running, running one mile every day if it kills me, running poems, shoes, sunrise, up before the sun
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i am 5am.
i am the last of the night sky …………….{run} before the sun scorches eyes and torches skin. i am huff-puffed breath and silence, the violence of fiery lung and too-dry tongue and nomorenomorenomore and ohjustonemorestep. i am the rhythm of … Continue reading
run proud, out loud (mon’s done)
ran one {mile} with my girlie and another 1.5 on my own, on my toes – the sun a rising apricot stone.
thirsty thursday
ran one …{mile} with two crazy kids, then one without and no doubt: 5am is easier than 7:15, when that sun has already taken charge of this too-bright sky, and I am sweating, dreading, threading breath through fiery lungs and … Continue reading
run three, to Blue
{miles} from me to You, where (g)race flows free from every rhythmic step. where sky and lakey sea make way for more of You and less of me.