Image Credit Days are long years, numbered, getting shorter, with time, we must first get baby to take longer naps, we must tip-toe on Mars, slow down near black holes. Watch the forest through the trees, past the trees, beyond the trees, ne’er a tree will be when you dive off a cliff and paddleContinue reading “Time Out”
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A little rewrite for Twitter of my longer piece featured here Still one of my favorites!
I had to write a story in 13 words here using the prompts: back, gruesome, circulate, and stardust memory. I think my mind is a little morbid on Mondays! 🙂
Turn Back Time
I sketch your face on paper – to feel your weight, that solid transparency. What I find are missing words, like an Etch A Sketch, canceling sounds, like big closets full of hangers, or the despair of dusty mugs, before the coffee. Can we turn back time? Rewind? Reappear?
The first thing they teach is how to cut yourself into How you can lose a limb trade an organ have your own blood siphoned like gas from a car because you are expendable replaceable a mere mortal who must beg But I unlearned it all when I stopped to collect seashells I think I pickedContinue reading “Stand”
September Days and it’s your voice, in rustling leaves, you touched me first – inside my mind, you stole my breath. I hold your name like a reverent monk, I snatch what is left, this glow from my skin- it remains, unfurls, cascades to the tips of trees, it touches the sun who comprehends- who lives and breathes thisContinue reading “Silence”