Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Friday, March 28, 2014
Clouds are Coming (These are Happy Words)
Melodies have shaken off their silence
Lost and beautiful no longer
Gone is the burn to swallow the sun
I feel at my warm, tattered fringes
And curl like mist insides
Monday, March 24, 2014
I will not always be
But for now I am
Sunday, March 09, 2014
To climb from the muck
On a ladder of grease
To challenge the insignificance
Of each and every day
Toy soldiers lined up smartly
Waiting for the bombs to fall
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