Tag Archives: twiglets

she says

… you can’t blame the cloud for smudging the sky just because it is raining. … twiglet #29.     

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Interview

… She’s wearing her blue dress, the best one she owns and she knows it’s still not good enough but it’s all she’s got – that and a smile. And the man asks how to spell her name, and it … Continue reading

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The Passing of Those Ten

The heart is a treacherous thing. …………….– The Huntsman: Winter’s War   .. She gave everything she was to a man with bruised hands and eyes the color of Mississippi mud.   .. twiglets #27.   

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the significance of a washed-out sky

.. she’s flannel-soft today, the muddled braised white of a favorite tee turned ……………inside ……….out.   .. twiglet#26. ..

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Manchester, and More

.. The world is aching again, like a rotten tooth. I long for silence and the calm dry wash of a brighter ……….moon.   .. twiglet #25.  

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wayward faeries

… they breathe in birdsong, the gentle longing for pocket-petal whisper fall on delicate ears. they laugh in flowers, the quiet hours of morning when the sun smiles a golden hiccup-up-up into the sky.   .. twiglet #24.

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Once

… His hair was shorter then, before the dragon. Before he caved to the wiles of woman, and wild of sky. Before the sword fell into sheath for good, and the woods swallowed them all whole, happily. Ever. ………………After.   … Continue reading

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