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we’re happy to report that though they snap and snort, they’re all smoke and they keep it short. … Written for Poetic Asides.
we scribble tiny syllables and tuck them between these bright petaled teeth, unsheath our quill-swords and pen the truth in praise and song. they long to be spangled in our word-skins, I think, saturated satiated in wee-stemmed ………………..ink. … Continue reading
because she can feel their hot breath on her neck, the weight of their scales and talons in the tresses of her hair. they’ve got a thou -sand whispered things, and she is but one pen -dulum, swinging. they’ve got … Continue reading
.. Or slate. Or steely gray. Yes? Perhaps no. Perhaps know her name before you define her, or the state of her skin. Maybe get to know a girl before you claim she breathes fire. Ay, me, but you’ve a … Continue reading