Tag Archives: stars

run two (point five)

……..{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

…. 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

.. 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

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

… , 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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staying on task

.. just ask the moon. she’s got a job to do, too. wax. wane. balance the tide tables. keep that ocean stable. stars? they’re the thumbtacks that hold up the sky. (they don’t take smoke breaks, or wonder why.) i’d … Continue reading

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a few lines from the farthest star

i am still here , connecting the dots on the constellation ……….of your smile. please send ink. lime, and tequila. {I am making my own salt.}   .. .. a second offering for my postcard poem prompt over at dVerse. there’s … Continue reading

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