spokensong
January 10, 2024
my life is a hooded woman with ruby red lips
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leopard printed fluorescent jacket adjacent fluorescent bag shouldered beside a bus stop's corner crumbled like a coastline or an old ...
December 21, 2023
night crashed fell fast
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sky grows my atmospheric river the loss of loss grief kite quit his book elving so easily persuaded falling is failing is failing fallin...
October 8, 2021
Smiling at the smack
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waiting for the bus, nut smacks the oblivious street, black feathers furl down , black beak pinches nearly indestructible treat, ret...
July 1, 2021
contemplative tea
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sipping tea once a sunny morning. radiant tree zoo.
vert quiet island
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very quiet island, episodic sitting, sometimes still, sometimes raspberries, cooking with chopin, the sky did not threaten, depending upon...
May 19, 2021
Evidence of Rain
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Wednesday puddles in slow motion explosions of fuchsia & lilac ruffled rhododendrons swirl a little girl circles the aftermath sin...
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May 17, 2021
Grateful for the clouds
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Grateful for the clouds. I remember the morning behind the blinds, darkening. We say took the day off but never gave the day away. t...
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