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Tag Archives: when did i become a runner
run three, to Blue
{miles} from me to You, where (g)race flows free from every rhythmic step. where sky and lakey sea make way for more of You and less of me.
map my run
(3.some) …………….{miles} map my breath by tune of blue, my heart by sacred morning moon. map my skin with cool of breeze and scent of pine. map my soul with the misty face of morning grace.
cool {blue} runnings
run two (point five) ……………….{miles} to waiting blue, to the scattered hue of a rising sky. i am 6am, the rhythm of feet and the silence of nobody and no body and heartbeat and birdsong. the long slow strides that … Continue reading
blue streak
run one (pause) ………….{mile} with a bright blue smile at the end. be -friend the bug you ate; debate the hues of pink and blue and know the stones know things. fling breath and caution and fear to a morning … Continue reading
run to blue
three ……..{miles} should do it, there and back again. Cool breeze, cool lungs, a brilliant sun skimming the surface of all this blue. There’s a rhythm here that’s different, a sky song waiting. The beat of feet without the strangling … Continue reading
run3
{miles} a morning sky spree, a sunrise song. a slight smile. listen to the lungs, the thirsty tongue, the way the whooooosh of street gathers to the beat of my scissored feet. watch an orange ball of fire spark the … Continue reading
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Tagged fiery lungs, run one, run three, run two, running, running commentary, scissored feet, sunrise, up before the sun, when did i become a runner
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sat, ran
run one (plus one) (plus one) ……………..{miles} ; write none (cuz life’s too fun to click and clack.) hit the track. {go for three} watch the sun. listen to the trees. toast. play. tomorrow is another day. and that muse’ll … Continue reading
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Tagged 5am, bestie in town, bff weekend (again), cheers, not really writing, run one, run three, run two, running, running commentary, running one mile every day if it kills me, running poems, sum sum summatime, sunrise, Tao of trees, tonight there shall be wine, when did i become a runner
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run two (whew!) (fry-day)
ran two (point five) ……………{miles} with half a smile and a whole lot of sweat, a couple of night bats and a swallowed bug. and when i’m done i just wanna hug my fan except i can not move (besides … Continue reading
i am 5am.
i am the last of the night sky …………….{run} before the sun scorches eyes and torches skin. i am huff-puffed breath and silence, the violence of fiery lung and too-dry tongue and nomorenomorenomore and ohjustonemorestep. i am the rhythm of … Continue reading
run three, for me
{miles} with a big smile, because Blue is so close you can touch her, breathe her in and be -gin the day knowing you’ve run the (g)race you need. you’ve come to the water and returned whole, filled your lungs … Continue reading →