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.. Red sky at night, and we delight in the salty spill of song. Hoist the sails and wait for wind! Blue moon is rising, mesmerizing wave and whispered longing. Hoist the sails and wait for wind! Gold threads on … Continue reading
… this maid? she’s mer. see her spangled tail, her eyelash salt? she swims, she skims the surface with her syll -ables and song. give her a moon spilled dark, the quiet spark of waking sun. she’ll thread her lack … Continue reading
.. The sky is falling in slivers, the coins in the fountain are few. The fates have gathered their scissors. Oh, won’t you come pilfer your share? All seven seas have grown weary of holding their bright salt at bay. … Continue reading
.. Won’t you come unplug with me? Let’s press ignore and friend re: ………………quest the sea. . Prompted by Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge, day 10.
. i will allow these cobbled walls to sing their bumpy beginnings, give their mortared veins a chance to breathe. let us fill these center places with salt, silt, sky; stain them with truth and the moss green of breeze. … Continue reading
. this poem is a slight chance, a small glance into a waiting spring. this poem doesn’t want to play or sing or sting or be much of anything. this poem is a ragged piece of forgotten string. this … Continue reading
.. Insistent, we form ourselves of silt, slate and clay, make sand -castle suburbs of our gnawed and empty places. Hey – give the face of that blood moon a break. Give her a starhouse in the sky. Knife her … Continue reading
(Selkie Waiting) . She knows her own salt, formed of the souls of water -y graves; plays with her children in the waves, casts her spell on a lonely moon. She’ll seal this night with a brackish kiss; just a … Continue reading
… Won’t you come toddle with me a little closer to the sea, braid my graying tresses through your gentle storytelling hands? Let’s stand at the edge of the world and salt our sorrows, shed our fears into the breeze, … Continue reading