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In Some Distant Cul de Sac

.. A crow caws its craving to a swollen sky. The house sings a scattered hallelujah, ……………….and sighs.     .. twiglet #22.  Advertisements

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Communing with Crows

You try to tell yourself the things you try to tell yourself to make yourself forget. – Anna Begins, Counting Crows   … She gives herself a new story ………(beginning, ………….middle, …………………end) as they murder by, ebony apostrophes owning the … Continue reading

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A Confusion of Crows

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end. – Closing Time, by Semisonic   .. We talk a dark string from twilight to dawn, one last strand holding onto nothing and everything. And they (they three) just sit there … Continue reading

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A bench, a brace, a bliss.

.. Shall we sit? A clattering clutch of rasp, a clasp of calling, a quiet falling kettle caldron, as we scold the world and claim ……….our crowns. The world’s a palette, a storytelling, a menagerie of mess. Perhaps it’s best … Continue reading

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