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True North and Other Quiet Lies 

The compass says we’re therebut I still feel the pull of something greater, some crater in my soul that says we’ve got a ways to go.  We wake. We give. We grieve. We take. We’re born. We mourn all those livesthat could be ours.  And we … Continue reading

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Struggling with Stars 

We’ve already stuffed our pockets, see? And still there are shards spilling  loose into this infinite sky, a crown of fire and ice between you and I.  :: Busy day with not much time to play. But in November, we poem.

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truer than north, yet un 

so we’ve gone whatcha might call a fur piece before we realize we’re  following the wrong star. this one’s fallen, see, and we didn’t notice  the shards or the backwards breezeor the way the trees were trying all  this time to warn … Continue reading

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last call for a wayward moon

Let’s start at the very beginning, a very good place to start…– The Sound of Music Closing time, every new beginningcomes from some other beginning’s end.– Semisonic :: she orders a whiskey, neat(there’s enough that’s on the rocks)and floats alone … Continue reading

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night shift

the stars are clocking inagain, twinkled noses setto grindstones. wishingmoments. filing awaythe hours. bathed in shine,we praise the darknessfull of shadowedsecretsand other unquietmatters of the heart. that swollen misfit moon,a work of art. ::I’m late to the party for this … Continue reading

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Happily, Ever 

They are still unshod, by god-mother. (These wayward Wildling rebel-rogue princesses.)  Barefoot loose and fancy only in their own daisy-chained glee. Nobody’s  waiting to be saved. No-body’s even shaved in weeks and weeks. It’s  all grown wild, like weedsand flowers, ivy. Stars. Some days, they … Continue reading

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i sing 

, and the blood zings and every metacarpaled thing points to that bony moon. you find me here at the center of the spill and you say “these limbs don’t sway the way they used to” and the trees agree. i wanted … Continue reading

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Orion finds another love poem in his belt loop

The three sisters have placed it there, fighting over him again. Good heavens,  but he’s confuzzled, puzzled by all this shine. Tomorrow they will Braille  him sweet nothings in the stars; stitch hima swooning moon of Venus, a Valentine of Mars. Ursa (major, … Continue reading

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Act I

Enter stage left: that fat and sassy moon, the swoon of sky. A scrim of stars, tossed like pixie dust.  PAD Challenge, day 4.

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Borrowed Light

Even  After All this time The Sun never says to the Earth, “You owe me.” Look What happens With a love like that, It lights the whole sky. ― Hafiz  .. … We wonder if we’ll ever get the hang of … Continue reading

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