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they pass themselves off as flies, having given their fire to the lightning bugs and shrugged their scales for gossamer wings. but we recognize the spangled colors of their skin, the way sea and river call to them. they dip and sway and pass the day in bedazzled … Continue reading
they race, their faces turned to saffron -seasoned sun, their embered voices raging ona play of roar and soar and con-viction of great rising moon. :: PAD Challenge, day 12.
blurrrrsday again, and the be -fuddlement continues. we know not what these hours might hold, nor how we shall knit them together to make a quilt of promise. but still we don our brightest tutus and most audacious ………………..clouds, as … Continue reading
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