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Sirens of the Sky and Sea

.. We are glorious disasters, unquiet storms. We would beg your pardon, but we couldn’t care less about forgiveness, and we are tired of time spent on our knees. Please, give us a place to call our own, a cave … Continue reading

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Opening Pandora

Empty that box. (Yes, take a tiny scrub brush to the corners, even, every particle of want and whim and pleasure spilled.) Is there love in there? Or only lust? A favored friend you thought you trusted? It’s an ocean … Continue reading

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Red Sky

… in mo(u)rning, we sing our sacred dawn-songs, allow the bell to toll for all we’ve lost. We’ve tossed and turned all night, held the world tight in trembling hands and too-full clouds with false linings. We’re pining for some … Continue reading

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Ocean Sirens

.. We tried to tell you the storm was coming, but you didn’t listen to the waves or the tides; the wisdom of the moon or the scent of salt. We are distant -ly …………..(resistant-ly) related to those of you … Continue reading

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Songs, Sirens, Starlings

.. Treble-tremble me loose oh, {adagio slow} untroubled and stanza’d soft. Hold me. Un -fold me to the tempo of timbre trees, slur me ………….{legato} to an indigo sky. Cadenza me a seasoned sonata chant, a rococo rant, a tiny … Continue reading

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Mermaid Survival Guide

{How to live on dry land when what you really crave are gills.}   .. breathe words. hold bubbled syllables on on hungry tongue. swim sky. allow trees to spin their secrets, un -shelled in acorn, morning song. sing breeze. the … Continue reading

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fin ally

… 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

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