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.. the moon’s a jellyfish, tentacled in stars , a po(e)t of ice jam, waiting to be spooned. twiglets #41. Advertisements
… 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
… you can’t blame the cloud for smudging the sky just because it is raining. … twiglet #29.
… 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
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.
.. she’s flannel-soft today, the muddled braised white of a favorite tee turned ……………inside ……….out. .. twiglet#26. ..
.. The world is aching again, like a rotten tooth. I long for silence and the calm dry wash of a brighter ……….moon. .. twiglet #25.