Tag Archives: sky songs

Graffiti on a Broken Sky

Posted on September 24, 2018 by

  .. 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

Posted on April 28, 2018 by

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

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 →

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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 →

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(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! 

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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 →

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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!   

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