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and the sky played on 

she never knew the moon was made of music, orion belting out the blues.  and then she flew, mad as midnight, wild as stars. ::In November, we poem.

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Shaking out the Down 

“I am a feather for each wind that blows.” William Shakespeare :: Look up, the sky’s a fluffered songof promise. A float of hope.  Let’s make ourselves a small and quiet place to gather these loose quills caught.  **Cue the lightning.** On second thought, let’s not. … Continue reading

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Deliberate Storms 

A maelstrom stirs in her chest,poorly born concave shell.  Damn, but this land’s a swung          (sprung) place to watch lightning fingers jigsaw the sky.  ::Quickly, day 25.

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Two, too Quickly

‘ku (dos) for the sky in praise of stars  sharp shards of sea glass in a broken open sky,scattered deep as sighs :: palming psalms O, the awe of trees waving limbs to sacred blue aching to know the sun’s fire  ::Quickly day 8.

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is there anybody out there? 

when the tree falls                  (in the forest) for the sky do you and i hear it, across all these miles?  i know notof timbre falling ,but the stars are full of static electricity and the moon is all crescent cling and zing.  ::I’ve been gleefully out of … Continue reading

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Sevenling (Evening the Score)

:: Evening the score the playing field our un-fisted, twisted hands, we stand in awe of sky of star-sparked why of poker-faced moon.  In the end, odds are, we’re even.  ::

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sigh language

The best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids’ flutter which says we are for each other  – E.E. Cummings  The earth laughs in flowers. – Ralph Waldo Emerson  Philosophy is the talk on a cereal box…Edie Brickell :: dandelion fluff … Continue reading

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i am

bic, some rhythm’d pen -sive soul etching cloudwords to ivory sky.  landlocked mermaid, dry scales thirsting for ocean, ink.  thinking; thanking. drinking in the rum-bled scribbled scrambled  song of some language i no longer speak. i am tossing letters (spaces)  to the breeze and hoping some bright bird catches them … Continue reading

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how then shall we scale this sky?

if you bend low, i can stand on your should-ers and stretch up up up on my tiptoes to reach Orion’s belt                     and fly.  ::written for poetic asides November chapbook challenge.

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When the sky is just the perfect shade of blue

,  ‘it’s the color of my wedding dress!’ she saysand he always fires back ‘periwinkle?’ and there’s a wink built right in and then she says ‘cornflower blue.’ and after 22 years it’s something            that never gets old, always new, this  laughter borrowed over blue.  :: written for poetic asides November … Continue reading

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