Tag Archives: twiglets

syrup sky

Posted on November 19, 2019 by

.. 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!       

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*aster-risk

Posted on September 24, 2019 by

Humanity i hate you… – E.E. Cummings   .. she longs to shed …this weary skin, …….begin again ………………………..adorned in stars.     .. twiglet #145.     

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dragon dna

Posted on August 27, 2019 by

  .. they’re two parts moon, i think, a drink of shimmered scale and waxing fire. where do their wings come from? starling murmur? darling’d breeze? the breath of trees and song that comes ……………(what may) from long stray veins … Continue reading →

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long gray braids and fading footprints

Posted on July 30, 2019 by

.. you look older now whispers that naughty moon, my wanderlust gypsy soul sister. i silence her in sea -glass, sand and salt, true-north pebbled ………………..stones, as the stars lie in wait for me.   .. twiglet #137     … Continue reading →

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worst case: the clocks don’t wake.

Posted on April 2, 2019 by

… no tick-tock rock a -bye to try and tease me into animated state. no hands to take the day in stilted seconds. no numbered phase. no captured trace. no era caught. on second thought, you tease, ………………..yes, please.   … Continue reading →

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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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