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Tag Archives: Sunday Whirl
… There’s a cost to forever. The flighty freedom of rain collected in spare jars. The way the road grooves left, a gift. A sign. There’s mercy at the center of these tides that bind. But alas, my mouth’s a … Continue reading
… We are born of ash and sigh -lence, quiet spirits caved in rain and song, dark skeletal tree limbs unsure of their own thin origins; reaching for sky. We count our rings, the things that tell us who we … Continue reading
.. Follow the rise of eyes to sky. While waiting, we place shame near the base of a fallow tree, a primal garden reaching for a Judas kiss. .. A day-late Wordle.
.. the sweet touch of spring months has longed us toward blossoming. plum tree adds her purpled snow. these velvet foothills are a low-hummed song; the sun’s a red smoke cask in a tangerine stew sky. .. It’s been … Continue reading
… We cover howling maps with our still small silence. Draw me a rift, Love. A split more break than broken, less salt than sorrow. Are we lost? Draw the sky, a scrim across our scars, a cast iron … Continue reading
.. We used to talk tall -tales, surface trails of circle flow going no -where. These last small drips of us, this end, these stilted st(r)ands of hope, they’re fleeting. Just this: our beating hearts. .. Wordled. … Continue reading
, light three pebbles, love. let’s name the stars, mark the moon with our own salt. have you seen the way the water melts our fears, dissolves our phantoms? let’s perhaps have a few choice words with God, let Him … Continue reading
.. this is the (h)our of our discontent, the ground zero grim -ace of our element, the demon lane of our road less traveled. see these trees? they’ve got a theory or two i’m bound to un -bark, a quark … Continue reading
… we have transformed our weapons (curious swords) into something more than all this deep, bright skin. the view is fine from here, a shadowed path of deep breath and longing. pick me a daisy, a hazy day bent sideways, … Continue reading