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Tag Archives: tiny poems
In April, we poem.
.. again today, she is plowing through white paper snow on a pony named poem. .. In April, we poem.
We find ourselves at winter’s center, speaking in snowflakes to a frozen-faced moon. Photo and prompt from over at inking in thirds.
.. just a line or two clacked against all this busy breeze. .. prompted by poetic asides
and so she clacks a wee small bit of black in the margins. smudge. sway. it is no great secrecy that she wishes for more, longs to store the rest of the world away and shout the things on her bursting heart. … Continue reading
today is for short runs and tiny poems and small change, pondering the sky turning slate gray and listening to my pup snore. it’s chai tea and breathing, believing small starts are okay, and that God’s more than faithful to … Continue reading
.. When the words won’t flow, she smudges tiny poems. .. In November, we poem.