Monthly Archives: August 2013

flags half mast, rain wet we mourn for our children red stripes on the flag Advertisements

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blue moon (55)

This blue moon, just one more made miracle, as if the moon itself isn’t a gift; midsky, bright the full fatness we walk under tells the end; no harvest reaped but bones. There must be indian names for this: Ash moon, bitter moon, full … Continue reading

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what can I bring to this banquet but crumbs?

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the apocalypse that wasn’t

12/21/13: so winter begins this thin-sunned solstice birthing another season, the furthest in our tilt from the sun and no world ended today at least not visibly or commented on but perhaps it is time to begin another where we do … Continue reading

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the new world

the new world waits, like a penny to pick up toss into air and guess which face lands up a game where rules change on a dime

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letter to an old lover

I don’t remember the color of the walls in the room where we first spoke, but I do know the color of the glove I left in your car so I would see you again– dangerously red and obvious, dark … Continue reading

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simple is sometimes sugar in six-carbon rings but we are far more complex– the bite of lemon on the tongue, a kissing bitterness only sweet in the remembering

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