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Tag Archives: stars
what shall we call this small silence?
these hopeful moments before dawn that say anything could be, that we could hold the whole earth in our hungry hands, swallow these last stars. the ghosts of steam from our mugs make poems of all things, this swirl of cream a galaxy. that … Continue reading
when the wind begins to speak
, we seek her voice in the whisper of treesthe pitter-patter of star feet on a broken-open sky. we press our ears to seashell, ocean swell,river gurgle-gaspand the clasp of rain -hum on hungry heart. we listen deep to swallow song, the long poem trails of … Continue reading
Posted in April PAD 2023
Tagged ocean swell, refrain, seashells, snails, sound poems, sounds, stars, wind
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Unpenned Ink & Other Liquid Types
Take a minute. Wipe your tears. Wind the clock hands back (clack black),trace your words on wounded skin and tear your poems in two. Close your eyes. Bow to the sun. Tell the wind she’s woundthat face one minute trace too soon. Lean close to the stars,tie a bow on the moon. :: In April, she poems.
Loose Thoughts Caught by My Pillowtalk Blur
The sky’s (somehow) chartreuse, and (wow!) there go all these paper poemkites loosed to wind. The moon’s a lavender lozenge and I’ve got hum-mingbird wings, and dragon skin. We live in the trees, breeze-lullabied and ample-limbed, writing merry manifestos in chalk. Watch the river spill, it’s filled with limoncello and our rafts … Continue reading
Posted in April PAD 2023
Tagged dream poems, dreams, loose thoughts, moon, pixie sticks, sky poems, stars, sun, treehouses
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Greetings from a Distant Sighing Sky
Ah, love.The world’s insane. Wish me a dandelion kite,a storm of ice, a startled star-ling murmured twice. Worrystone this warm butterscotchcandy sun untilthe sweetest edges begin to fray,then build me a bold bright moonto light our way. :: It’s Quadrille … Continue reading
Posted in Quadrille
Tagged dandelion poems, ice, moon poems, moon stones, murmuration, Q44, Quadrille, sky poems, stars, storms, wishes, worrystone sun
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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
Posted in November Chapbook 2022
Tagged compass, give and take, grieve, lies, stars, true north, Truth
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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.
Posted in November Chapbook 2022
Tagged infinite sky, pockets full of stars, stars, struggle
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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
Posted in November Chapbook 2022
Tagged dots and dashes, north star, November 2022, Orion, Road Trips, stars, true north
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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
Posted in November Chapbook 2022
Tagged last call, moon poems, moon stones, night sky, November Chapbook 2022, Orion, stars, too much is broken
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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