Tag Archives: stars

spicing the moon

Posted on September 30, 2017 by

tonight she’s all cinnamon-simmer, a saffron-shimmer in a cardamom sky. melt her center, spent. bent towards some semblance of jazz -mine grace, her face a swollen slice of stolen nutmeg pie. sprinkle her in crater -cradled stars. sp(l)ice her soul … Continue reading →

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I Am a Star of Dubious Shine

Posted on September 6, 2017 by

… A poem of question -able alignment. I am bic ker(n)ing with my own skin, beginning to find my self fallen. I am 5am and light not yet shed and salt stirring sans sea. I am three sheets ………(of paper) … Continue reading →

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run two (point five)

Posted on August 16, 2017 by

……..{miles} to feel alive, to feel the breeze on your face and the night sky on your skin. say good morning to the moon and the stars and the new grace that’s ours if we let it soak in. ..

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Orion’s Wheel

Posted on June 18, 2017 by

…. We steal celestial moments, thread our words through belt loops touched only by gods light years away. We call names. Fall apart. Whistle and wait for the echo of our own syllables. The stars are pin-prick cat prints on … Continue reading →

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Mr. Fixit Tries to Spackle the Moon

Posted on May 24, 2017 by

.. Too soon, he realizes it’s use -less; she’s born …….too many scars. And besides, she’s shrinking again. Waning until she’s weightless, wantless, willed and whiled to sky. Ask him why he keeps at it, and he’ll tell you this: … Continue reading →

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the tin man finds his heart

Posted on May 2, 2017 by

Matt Dixon .. it starts with a spark, the way the ebony dress falls soft around him, a scrim of diamonds covering even the most rusted of scars. it only takes one small bright breath to fall in love with … Continue reading →

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to hold the moon on your hungry tongue

Posted on April 27, 2017 by

… , first hum her name in scooped vanilla phrase, and let it murmur-melt to silence. drizzle her in dark chocolate sauce sky, with poprock star sprinkles. there’s a milky way shake nearby; just grab a straw and slurp. the … Continue reading →

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