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She watches the sky swirl the same old songs. The stars are needle points, and the band plays on. .. For ink in thirds thursdays. Come play! Advertisements
,,, The moon went to bed again this morning in her borrowed light cape, to escape the overshine of her brother sun. See the shim -mer of the sky’s invisibility cloak? Hear the triumphant cheer of swallow, sparrow, crow? These … Continue reading
.. A premeditated murder of smallish crows holds the morning in its ebony breath as they mutilate the sky. .. Also thanks to Grace, found a new fun place to poem – thursdays at ink in thirds. Come play!
… We’re keeping secrets again – under our hats, beneath our skin, between these dot-to-dot stars. The sky’s a sigh of boundless deep, a place to chalk our whispers and our want. A haunt of hope. .. twiglets #60 … Continue reading
… , we begin with praise and prayer and a parade of midnight kisses and we ask our selves (those future folk, those wandered wisdom souls dangling their toes off the edge of the world) questions only the stars can … Continue reading
.. about springs: (as opposed to these quiet win -te(a)r chills,) is the way they b o u n c e clouds off a stirred-up sky, the way they pry their wily, wiry petaled fingers into my funnybones, trounce … Continue reading
Casperson Beach, January 2018 .. the sky’s on fire and so’s her soul, so much foam and salt. she’ll leave a piece of her self here, take some peace home with her. be. still. ………..know.