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Waxing Gibbous

3/4 moon-skin,
thawing slowly to undress
herself for the Earth.

Salve

I
love when
the new day appears like a fresh salve:

Something in its elements heals
yesterday’s dried-out cells,
The frequent aridness I let
into myself… 40 more words

K| What the Tip of the Tongue Syndrome Means to Me

When I was in third grade, my teacher asked everybody in my class what they wanted to be when they grow up. I’d be lying if I said I remember anybody else’s answer besides my own. 699 more words

Beginning

Grammar Lesson

If I used an Oxford comma
To box a thought in
Bubble wrap before
Closing the lid,
Would you wait to
See what comes after, 63 more words

Frozen honeycomb–
The ripe sap locked within your
Stubborn gooey brain

Winter Haiku

Spinning snowflakes dance,
Like synced whirling dervishes
In praise of sky psalms

CO-52

As I drive deeper into the
Violet of night,
The shadow shaman of
Deserted yellow lines
Guides my car along the
Road.

The newly white mesa undulates… 103 more words