Tag Archives: sky songs

when evening comes

, and the day’s all wrung out, small and silent – buzzing sunset burned to cricket song, I’m lost in the long …………..(shadow) -gone ghost of you, and the sky’s too small for such an intricate heart.   .. In … Continue reading

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a muse, me

, colossal in the awakening of my own un -flat skin, husk ……………………-y voice of silence. these schemes of vein and sinew sky sting a phrase to page, ……………………a transferred why.   .. Prompted by Poetic Asides.        … Continue reading

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Graffiti on a Broken Sky

  .. Paintbrush-hush (guilty, guileless) me a rebel heart, an unquiet start a whispered want and a place to hold my still long-fractured hope. Then soft (and sound and soon), steal me some long-lost wisp of cloud, harboring a sunrise … Continue reading

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Title Wave

We tried to tell you the storm ………….was coming, that these phrases have been arranging their kin and ken in kingdom, phylum, class …….-ified order for weeks. In case you’re wondering, they’re here, and they’ve brought whirl ……………..-wind reinforcements. Have … Continue reading

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Loose Thoughts Caught on a Silver Slow-Stitched Thread

.. Listen, here is the thing we might whisper to your waiting ears if you let us; the picture we might paint for you of future endings and un -endings, the case we should argue for the brilliance of forbidden … Continue reading

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In the Muffled Hum of Morning

… See? We have classified information for you about our own IQs, and the way the moon cases the joint every morning before she disappears, a fading portrait of her own curiosity. It’s been years since we’ve stopped living, stopped … Continue reading

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(th)inking in thirds

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! 

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