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Deliberate Storms 

A maelstrom stirs in her chest,poorly born concave shell.  Damn, but this land’s a swung          (sprung) place to watch lightning fingers jigsaw the sky.  ::Quickly, day 25.

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Assessment

And then we decide it’s worth it, even with the fact of falling even with the spindled stalling even with the calling of the wild.  To soar, perhaps all we need is this breeze and a little feathered hope, a rope to pull us back from … Continue reading

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Things We Said in the Storm 

The sky’s a hurry-cane scrim,but we’re still scribbling light-ning above the din.  We promised ourselves we wouldn’t hide, even as the cloud cauldron stirred.  And when we thought we might run out of time, we plucked our own feathers to write these lines.  :: In … Continue reading

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Commanding Clouds 

If you’re gonna poke a stick at the sky, you’d better chant a bit and sell a little of your soul.  There’s a slow pre-thunder roll that says we asked for this,that bliss is just the other side of broken -open clouds. That rain bows to … Continue reading

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occasional storm

  we are reborn in these deluge moments,heavens cracked open and boomingsudden protest of all this desert dry. in drops of liquid hopefrom broken cloud, redemption falls from sky.  we unfold our hands andrejoice in water only thrown, streams without stones.  It’s Quadrille Monday over at … Continue reading

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Shadow Girl

(a shadorma) .. She is a stranger in her own skin, an un -quiet storm strangled by the breath of dawn. Her pulse is spilled moon.     . I’m feeling a little ethereal today. Prompted by A Prompt Each … Continue reading

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Because the arrival of your ghost is still pending,

. :: . I am the lost girl standing in a field of poppies, waiting for a storm. ::

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