Tag Archives: twiglets

Cauldrons Calling

Posted on February 12, 2019 by

.. Oh, we’ve got spells. Woo him. Thrill him. Kill him. Spill him to the moon, she’ll hold him fast. Bubble-bubbled, toiled and troubled here in all this midnight mass. You only need bring a broken kite string, your sharpest … Continue reading →

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Skeleton Moons in Dark Closets

Posted on January 29, 2019 by

Crave her. Save her as a nightlight, lighthouse beacon for the sea. Hold her fast between these hanger clouds, the hush-loud sting of stars. Turn that golden knob. She’s waiting.   .. For twiglets.   

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folding, fitted

Posted on January 15, 2019 by

  morning. i am still listening to the moon. when we cannot find the day’s center, we change the sheets, create a ballooned fort of warmth and clothes-pinned sun. nothing else is solvable or solvent, perhaps. but we marvel in … Continue reading →

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shhhhh…there’s only time for tiny poems

Posted on January 8, 2019 by

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 →

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Dragon Squall

Posted on October 9, 2018 by

She tumbles until she has nothing left but the rise and fall of sky as breath , and a mouth scarred thick with stories.   .. .. twiglets #97.     

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Not taking into account that cold bone moon

Posted on October 4, 2018 by

, we walked those paths and chattered on of years and tears and everything and nothing and every -thing in between, amid those ancient rising oaks and gravestones white as teeth.   … twiglet #96.   

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This is one for the loony bin.

Posted on September 25, 2018 by

Image from Wikipedia.    .. This poem is just one or two steps shy of everything I might want to be. I’ve added stars and salt and sea and sigh -lence and the violet violence of one last sunset. Yet, it … Continue reading →

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