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Because I have not had my fill of falling

  , I am taking off my shoes and standing barefoot at the edge of it all once again, shouting nonsense-something to my echo-self and asking her to keep me company, fill this lonely void with laughter’s roar until the … Continue reading

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have a tiny umbrella in your pocket

, because every day carries at least one small storm.     .. In November, we poem.        

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when the wind whispers to the moon

, he says there’s a storm on the way. buckle down, get strong. she says i’m already strong. unties her belt and begins to dance.     . In November, we poem. 

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How to build a storm shelter

Make a steadfast structure of the sharpest stars. Woo a storm. Then spill a poem.   .. In November, we poem.       

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Midway through the storm

, we warm ourselves on lightning rods. We rumble thunder across our skin, begin in raindrops. We thin the skies with contemplated clouds, and sing aloud our own singed songs. We’re tornado-strong and tumbled. We’re hurricane-half -way there, and helterskeltered … Continue reading

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Poseidon’s Promise

                         Allow this naked sea to ……………………………………..rock you fast asleep, and I will hold ………………………….your storms.     .. In November, we poem.   

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breathing in syllables

(a shadorma) .. here there be dragons and rain-fire, summer storm and spring fall; the way the sky slants sideways, a small cloud of flight.   ..In November, we poem. Sometimes, in form. This one’s a shadorma.     

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The Inevitable Frailty of Umbrellas

  ..  We have yet to decide where to hide under all these colorful skins. We get ready, get set, but we’re still gonna get a little bit wet.   .. In November, we poem.   

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Seeing ourselves in raindrops

  ..  We watch the rain reflecting all our falling, puddling all our pain. .. In November, we poem. Sometimes, a day late.     

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Catastrophes

.. These are sacred storms, these places where we warm our tattered selves; survivor fires. We’re dog-eared, tired and ready to unleash some small thing from within that just might rebuild this broken, battered sky. .. In November, we poem. … Continue reading

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