Tag Archives: storms
, I don’t wanna pan(dem)ic no more (no more) so (please) just blue me a kiss bramble me a storm verb me a poem, then sky me … Continue reading
, 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
, because every day carries at least one small storm. .. In November, we poem.
, 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.
Make a steadfast structure of the sharpest stars. Woo a storm. Then spill a poem. .. In November, we poem.
, 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
Allow this naked sea to ……………………………………..rock you fast asleep, and I will hold ………………………….your storms. .. In November, we poem.
(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.
.. 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.
.. We watch the rain reflecting all our falling, puddling all our pain. .. In November, we poem. Sometimes, a day late.