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Ah, love.The world’s insane. Wish me a dandelion kite,a storm of ice, a startled star-ling murmured twice. Worrystone this warm butterscotchcandy sun untilthe sweetest edges begin to fray,then build me a bold bright moonto light our way. :: It’s Quadrille … Continue reading
she’s the stuff of wishing fluff, of whim wind-roared to sky. :: In November, we poem.
it’s the downy kite stuff of wandered wishes, childish dreams and fragile hope. so much pondered promise in the audacity and tenacity of a simple weed. we don’t stop to doubt or wonder why. we just take a deep breath and fly. seeds let :: Merril’s got an … Continue reading
The magic carpet ride was fine, if you like that sort of thing. She’s kind of set her sights on raging seas. If anybody ever offered her three (fat chance) wishes, they’d be these: A pirate ship. A nice long trip. And she’ll take that sassy evil … Continue reading
that copper taste in a disappointed mouth (a shadorma) the stench of burnt birthday candle and lost wish,burned-out star that crashes before it’s caught. fireflies dead in jars. falling stars (a triolet) do they count themselves lucky, tooas they fall like fire from the sky? with their … Continue reading
The best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids’ flutter which says we are for each other – E.E. Cummings The earth laughs in flowers. – Ralph Waldo Emerson Philosophy is the talk on a cereal box…Edie Brickell :: dandelion fluff … Continue reading
we huff and puff and blow dandelion fluff from here to kingdom come. go ahead, rub the genie’s lamp. rub the buddha’s belly. catch that copper penny fountain scent right between your teeth. we are salt-over-shoulder safe, falling for nothing. … Continue reading
, we wish upon whatever we can scrounge: these shattered stars, the kitefluff of a drunken dandelion sun and one last candle’s kiss. It tastes like copper -penny fountains and a stolen horseshoe score, a broken silver skystone all aquiver … Continue reading
.. They say size doesn’t matter and then they say dream big, but I prefer these tiny breaths and the way the breeze teases my heart into flight. You blink at all that sacred spotlight; I think I’ll save myself … Continue reading