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we say they gather nothingas they roll (moss, or otherwise)but what if we surmise that they gather all? stream droplets and moon shine and the drunken breeze that sends them spinning, or the sea glass shards that keep them sitting fast in their own decline. they gather tears, … Continue reading
Every Saturday night, the girls once again don the crowns, but looped round (and round and round) their arms as hula hoopsspun in a whirl of rubysapphirediamondgold. War stories are told and fairytales spun, too, and the rescued dragons know just what to do with the cast-off (ridiculous) high -heeled shoes (they’re … Continue reading
Weary of glass (ceilings, slippers, houses) ,we turn ourselves to stone instead, our bare feet mud-luscious in their riverbeds. We pebble stories, toss them in. The moon’s a diamond we are tired of rolling uphill,so we cut her into slices and shine. It’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse, and I’m hosting. … Continue reading
.. What is it we have learned from pebbled songs? Simply this: We are word warriors forming sacred battle lines just in (case)time for our brokenness to find a place to feel (g)rounde(d);lay its small unquiet secrets. We have a … Continue reading