Tag Archives: twiglets

scribbling her in full

Posted on September 12, 2017 by

.. the moon’s a jellyfish, tentacled in stars , a po(e)t of ice jam, waiting to be spooned.     twiglets #41.      Advertisements

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Err, Apparent

Posted on August 2, 2017 by

… She is holding an un -quiet dragon under her skin, the line -age of whom can be traced back many moons, monsoons and slow gulf stream storms. She has mumbled and fum -bled her way into some smallish spaces … Continue reading →

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she says

Posted on June 20, 2017 by

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

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Interview

Posted on June 14, 2017 by

… 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

Posted on June 6, 2017 by

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

Posted on May 30, 2017 by

.. 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

Posted on May 23, 2017 by

.. 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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