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Tag Archives: tiny poems
.. we’re r e e l i n g. .. she’s ………healing. .. in april, we poem. no matter what.
… the stars are calling, a sonata -storm of sharp and shifting sky, and I am all fugue and fear. But there’s a cantata playing in the next universe, my dear, and we’re invited. .. Written for Poetic … Continue reading
.. fireflies dancing on fir branches; a fairy gala of stars. .. Me n my Shawna are penning tiny poems all december long. Wanna play?
.. she breathes …………….oh, my under waffled clouds. .. I soooo wish I could take credit for the title phrase, but it’s Misky’s twiglet today. Come play!
.. We watch the rain reflecting all our falling, puddling all our pain. .. In November, we poem. Sometimes, a day late.
we’re happy to report that though they snap and snort, they’re all smoke and they keep it short. … Written for Poetic Asides.
… oh, that moon. she’s an imp …………………………………-ossible loose tooth, the jagged space where you left your heart. .. Written for Poetic Asides.
(an erasure poem) This poem is the sludge of her pencil, the long lost magic of that gold paint noise. In April, we poem. Erasured from this poem from day 21: Bare Bones This poem is drawn (and … Continue reading
“She wanted so to be tranquil, to be someone who took walks in the late-afternoon sun, listening to the birds and crickets and feeling the whole world breathe. Instead, she lived in her head like a madwoman locked in a … Continue reading
.. we’ve borrowed Orion’s belt -sander, Icarus’ wax and wane, the silver-tipped nibs of these immediate stars. it’s quite a stretch, this lunar etch-a-sketch , but we hope you’ll read it, …………soon. .. In April, we poem.