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A Tiny Poem

Tiny Poem

Could the
waveless sanctuary
discovered beneath
shadowed dreams
hold the full
universe

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My Porcelain Spine

My Porcelain Spine

My porcelain spine
skinned bare
and full of ghosts
tipsy with the truth
of their waxing power

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Another Bird

Another Bird

Another bird
blue as deepest night
and delirious with
new born hope
wings in binary
orbit
with her singing sister
trailing her dreamshroud
behind

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My Yellow Bird

My Yellow Bird

My yellow bird
drunk
on guilt and gall
sings griefsongs
in the half mad dawn

Graven

Graven in bone
night after night
and dream after dream
every ugly thought
obdurate and sacred

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A Tiny Poem

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I collect
and name
every shell
upon the shore
then wake to find
my boats have been
burned

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The Dull Aching Bone

The Dull Aching Bone

The dull aching bone
of a remembering thought
knows the shell
has cracked

I’m doing camp NaNoWriMo this month. Only I’m kind of cheating and using it as motivation to write a tiny poem a day. Or two tiny poems every other day. However it works, I want thirty of them by the end of the month.

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Every Lost City

Every Lost City

Every lost city
beneath
the blue moss blanket
of dreams
recalls the secret road
waiting
without

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My Milk Sea

My Milk Sea

My milk sea
Of hope
Smooth and breathless
Waiting
For the first
Finger bone
Of the broken dawn

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Wake Wander Wish

Wake Wander Wish

Wake
Wander
Wish
Then be still
And listen
To the whispers
Floating
And remember
Your dream wings

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My Stony Moon

My Stony Moon

My stony moon sleeps
and dreams of
perfect waves
crashing
in the raw season

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