Tag Archives: sky songs

Loose Thoughts Caught on a Silver Slow-Stitched Thread

Posted on April 19, 2018 by

.. 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 →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

In the Muffled Hum of Morning

Posted on April 7, 2018 by

… 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 →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , | 6 Comments

(th)inking in thirds

Posted on February 8, 2018 by

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! 

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

Filling the Day with Ordinary Awesome

Posted on February 7, 2018 by

,,, 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 →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , | 1 Comment

ink in thirds

Posted on February 1, 2018 by

.. 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!   

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , | 2 Comments

Aching Like Indigo

Posted on January 24, 2018 by

… 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 →

Posted in twiglets | Tagged , , , , , , | 3 Comments

Under a Scalded Sky Scrim

Posted on January 16, 2018 by

… , 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 →

Posted in twiglets | Tagged , , , , , , | 6 Comments