With you gone, dusk is the same: the dogs bark at the moth that comes to take what is left of the light. Continue reading
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Day 212 of 35 (Day 2 of NaPoWriMo)
When I tell it, I say that the sun was setting behind us to make them believe that it was inevitable and that everything has an end. This is a story teller’s lie. I tell them that we sat in swings on a playground near the beach, which is true, and makes us children only … Continue reading
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Day 211 of 35 (Day 1 of NaPoWriMo)
Slowly, silently, now the moon gives permission. The phlox will bloom And dreams, sticky sweet, will pink the morning. *April is National Poetry month. If you want, join me and lots of other writers as we attempt to write a poem a day. Here’s a link to prompts you can use or ignore: http://www.napowrimo.net Continue reading
Untempered Glass 