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Rubbing our back legs together to make this poem 

It all started with a cricket.  We found it in the thicket (over there, by the stairs). We heard they were good luck, and so we sat down  and struck up a dialogue,as directed by the bees.  Then a baby snail slugged by … Continue reading

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Chaos Theory 

We wreck and tangle caw and crow  wreak hairy havoc in the attic  break and bury straw and other gold  until it sings.  We test the waters(all consuming, sky-vacuuming), hang our hats on the tattered thrones  of misers, able kings.  ::Quickly, day 11.

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hair of the dog 

welcome to wildling bog, where we are full of beansand chase our november (s)word hangovers with applesauce,daisy chain crowns and trees.  we wily wenches climb no stairs (of hair or otherwise) we spin no gold we bear no bling  (the corsets were too tight). we swim no … Continue reading

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intricate howl

.. we embrace the space, these fixtures of lonely resolve. but there is still fear. of now. of when, and how. of things that go ………………………..{bump} in the night.   .. in april, we poem.       

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Stories Snapped in Half, and Shone

… We are born of ash and sigh -lence, quiet spirits caved in rain and song, dark skeletal tree limbs unsure of their own thin origins; reaching for sky. We count our rings, the things that tell us who we … Continue reading

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pocket poems

… go ahead, be a pest. crack open your pocket, your heart, your chest. ramble on in perfect rhyme, or hiccup in perfect iambic time. they might wince or squint as you show ’em, but let’s festoon the world with … Continue reading

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Dead End(ings)

.. By the time they get to the bridge, she’s already been sucker -punched by a fat, full moon (a fraud, really: hustler of the horizon, harlot of borrowed light.) She stays in the car, anyway. Her mind a prison. … Continue reading

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happy

.. to whom it need (evade) ………….concern, thanks for dropping by, but she’s busy (useless, really) , fumbling coffee on a coast -er, and wearing a sea foam bracelet …………..and a desk of sand. .. MizQ gave us a word … Continue reading

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sun(shine) on scattered petals

..   the sweet touch of spring months has longed us toward blossoming. plum tree adds her purpled snow. these velvet foothills are a low-hummed song; the sun’s a red smoke cask in a tangerine stew sky. .. It’s been … Continue reading

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more dark matters of distinction

  .. Her un -detectable mathematical curiosity is ex -ponentially dampened by the fun -dementally incorrect facts of frozen stars.     ..Another wordlist from my Shawna. 

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