Tag Archives: Theodore Roethke

Smudging our Fingerprints on an Infinite Sky

.. I have known the inexorable sadness of pencils, the pensive nature of the quill. The quiet pink will of the eraser, longing for things unsaid; the pull of paintbrush over parchment skin. We write reams and plant dreams in … Continue reading

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A Small Thing, Singing

.. I have this one last word for the wind, this one blossom stir; this one inward snail, this one loosed shadow. Whether I tether my self to her tendriled fingers, or strum her music into my skin and set … Continue reading

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