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Tag Archives: waxing and waning
.. she unpeels her -selves slowly, layer by layer waning, an onion in parchment skin. she be -g(r)ins in waves, asks much of stars. .. the prompt over at mindlovemisery today is the moon. how can i resist? … Continue reading
(an Aubade) .. Dawn breaks us open, unspoken and changed, rearranged. We say our goodbyes, our last gull cries, our vast pulled tides and ardent waves. Sun rises; moon falls, a balance like breathing. She’s nothing but a ghost … Continue reading
… and the moon still knows her place, knows which way to face and how much to show. she’ll still wax awhile, then wane, still feel the pull of waves. still rise. .. NovPAD, day 12.
.. she’s doing it again; layering her skin with doubt and promise, polishing the way she says I’m fine when she means to scream. she’s counting all the clicks and the tics and the tocks and the way that the … Continue reading