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and all its glories, our storiesand our songs the ways we Braille our way to shinein (fallen) followed stars the days we know that all of this is ours, so seize the daze and whim the wave and spill our salt. :: It’s Quadrille Monday over at dVerse, and I’m … Continue reading
… I’m not sure where …….the moon went, …but I think it might be ………………..my fault. I miss her. So please, ……forgive ..my salt. .. Poem ketchuping.
.. , so deep that you can’t find me. so wide my inky arms can span the world. so vast my salt can stay. Or so I plead with stars. But so far, I am a shore. .. Prompted … Continue reading
child , can’t you see our shackles (these chains, the sky) have fallen? in the swollen swell of silence and your eyelash flutter, I shuttered my indigo fingers, my gills and scales and skin. the sky’s an ocean. these legs … Continue reading
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.. I am from ink. The brink of heartbreak. The swell of grace. Some podunk place you’ve never heard of. A pom-pom. A pen. The pocket of a jean jumper. The bumper of a Gran Torino (green). A reservation mesa. … Continue reading