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aubade wrapped in tomorrow’s skin

.. before the sun stretches hot and bold, we hold one last gaze at the nothingness of fickle fallen stars. .. twiglet #64.      Advertisements

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Writing in Dust

She stood {still}, silenced by their judgment, His grace. They dropped their stones because he bade them cast the first.   . twiglet #63. Inspired by the story of a woman from John 8 of the Bible.   

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Sometimes Tuesday’s Poems Tumble {into Friday}

  … It’s noisy in here ……….{my head} , this place of scattered at -most -fear and sometimes dread. I’m airing out my poems now, clean fresh sheets in the sun… sky finally full of sound words spoken, days undone. … Continue reading

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Turning into something like envy, but not quite.

.. Hail the trees, receiving spring with open limbs. We watch the sky for blossom-clouds and promises. Even the sea’s gone all apple on us, forbidden and sweet.   .. twiglet #61.     

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Aching Like Indigo

… We’re keeping secrets again – under our hats, beneath our skin, between these dot-to-dot stars. The sky’s a sigh of boundless deep, a place to chalk our whispers and our want. A haunt of hope.   .. twiglets #60 … Continue reading

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Under a Scalded Sky Scrim

… , we begin with praise and prayer and a parade of midnight kisses and we ask our selves (those future folk, those wandered wisdom souls dangling their toes off the edge of the world) questions only the stars can … Continue reading

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We are Parch,ment to be Broken

  The desert is no place for these unquiet stones. We cry water ……….{water} and wait for new storms.   .. Penning tiny poems for December. This one is for Twiglets #54.   

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