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M
Murmur
What's this lung to do? Not straw, but a spinning wheel aching to be gold. --- Seismographic heart, shaking like southpaw cursive on a moving train.
S
Somehow
Even the leaves at night are breathing and sway in each other's arms no need to open their eyes.
A
A Return
Her hands descend deep into old pockets, casting back darkness from forlorn talismans. She returns! Always a surprise inside to witness her divine whorls reappearing, her heartbeat, the drum therein, the light! A judgement and resurrection, scrolls, bones and veils rattled up called forward from some grave. Coins cross eyes and old life breathes new. This springtime mantle. Oh, yes! Reclamation! Her former self lifts those bright, timeless charms that were and are and will again to be.
R
Resonance
She whispers heresy, speaks it, breathes it into my blood, whistles it, my veins become a flute. I shiver, cooler than song. My heart beats-- O this music-- pitching forever into unhallowed sound. Our love a wind a storm through the prairie, holy, holy, holy.
C
Common Labor
we breathe the humble sky the blue-collared air the workaday wind painting our lungs rolling royal sapphire on living canvas with the lights out muddy-booted angels there "May we come in?"
E
Elegy
Cast my ashes on Foster beach And on wild roses in home's heath. Tread me into boards of Globe And smudge me in the books you love. On the bench in Winnemac Leave some there and don't look back. In Grandma's house when no one sees, Leave some where my father sleeped. In my old room, the closet there, Hash me in some little square, That I may be a hopeful spark Protecting children from the dark. In Bingham, too, in little bits, Let me be where family fits. And on white marble with grand miss, Ally me there with the Swiss. In Florida out by the sea, In the cherry trees off DC, Or California with the waves, Let all the co
C
Caldera
How like the wind in mountains sitting we are, shifting, a storm nestled in a cradle, sifting our breaths, we are and are not and never were and always am to be.
W
Wind City
She's reclined deep in her chair, a valley, reading the stars, her little novella. He is sitting so, her boy, upright, her broad shouldered Joe, eyes fixed out through the window. They both shimmer, the Lake, her cool Chicago.
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fresco
Oh, the wind, another me to be, so over the blue tables, lo!
A
Aquavit
My sister moved the moon from out her eyes when men of brass began to peer. She set the cool fullness in a chamber in my chest that night while I slept. I always wondered why the water cared so much for me-- and why men feared drowning in my presence.
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M
Murmur
What's this lung to do? Not straw, but a spinning wheel aching to be gold. --- Seismographic heart, shaking like southpaw cursive on a moving train.
S
Somehow
Even the leaves at night are breathing and sway in each other's arms no need to open their eyes.
A
A Return
Her hands descend deep into old pockets, casting back darkness from forlorn talismans. She returns! Always a surprise inside to witness her divine whorls reappearing, her heartbeat, the drum therein, the light! A judgement and resurrection, scrolls, bones and veils rattled up called forward from some grave. Coins cross eyes and old life breathes new. This springtime mantle. Oh, yes! Reclamation! Her former self lifts those bright, timeless charms that were and are and will again to be.
R
Resonance
She whispers heresy, speaks it, breathes it into my blood, whistles it, my veins become a flute. I shiver, cooler than song. My heart beats-- O this music-- pitching forever into unhallowed sound. Our love a wind a storm through the prairie, holy, holy, holy.
C
Common Labor
we breathe the humble sky the blue-collared air the workaday wind painting our lungs rolling royal sapphire on living canvas with the lights out muddy-booted angels there "May we come in?"
E
Elegy
Cast my ashes on Foster beach And on wild roses in home's heath. Tread me into boards of Globe And smudge me in the books you love. On the bench in Winnemac Leave some there and don't look back. In Grandma's house when no one sees, Leave some where my father sleeped. In my old room, the closet there, Hash me in some little square, That I may be a hopeful spark Protecting children from the dark. In Bingham, too, in little bits, Let me be where family fits. And on white marble with grand miss, Ally me there with the Swiss. In Florida out by the sea, In the cherry trees off DC, Or California with the waves, Let all the co
C
Caldera
How like the wind in mountains sitting we are, shifting, a storm nestled in a cradle, sifting our breaths, we are and are not and never were and always am to be.
W
Wind City
She's reclined deep in her chair, a valley, reading the stars, her little novella. He is sitting so, her boy, upright, her broad shouldered Joe, eyes fixed out through the window. They both shimmer, the Lake, her cool Chicago.
f
fresco
Oh, the wind, another me to be, so over the blue tables, lo!
A
Aquavit
My sister moved the moon from out her eyes when men of brass began to peer. She set the cool fullness in a chamber in my chest that night while I slept. I always wondered why the water cared so much for me-- and why men feared drowning in my presence.
R
Resonance
She whispers heresy, speaks it, breathes it into my blood, whistles it, my veins become a flute. I shiver, cooler than song. My heart beats-- O this music-- pitching forever into unhallowed sound. Our love a wind a storm through the prairie, holy, holy, holy.
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L
Latent Heat
the heat that shimmering man walked out from the liquid jungle of the air and coiled himself deep into the narrow cavern of my kiss. and summer is my hostage until you return, my love.
B
Bond
The bones I've known woke with you one night, followed you out, beyond the doorframe, never waking me. Winter water watched you leave, came in, nursed me-- took the vacant space as its own. Walking turns me, makes me ill; when I stand, I float.
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Back to the Future
I'm excited to say that I'm back. I've been busy taking care of adult life and feel like I have neglected my writing and my page and all the great work that's been going on through NaPoWriMo up until now. I have sheaves of everyone's work to read through and enjoy, so don't be surprised if you receive a random flush of faves from me. Or be surprised; go for broke and be shameless in your delighted alarm. Or don't: I'm not the boss of you. And I HAVE been reading through a lot of great work. I am constantly so impressed by everyone's ability to create and develop new work and ideas. The virtue of this site (and what consistently feeds my fire
Cracking Fuses: Fusing Cracks
I've been deconstructing a lot of my work lately. It's developing into a passionate project of mine. I would love to invite everyone to view and submit glitch literature, cyber literature, and experimental literature to GlitchLit. I'm a very grateful contributor and hope to create a strong network for this new place in literature and poetry, where artists can creatively break down their words and pixels and rebuild and develop their style. Check it out!
Devious Journal Entry
I'm thinking of doing some cleaning around here. The cupboard is looking dusty. What are we to do with all these keys? Take a look around. Look deep into the dusty corners. Find stuff you don't like, stuff that puzzles you, stuff you think is broken and can be fixed or given away to the digital gods as tribute. Anything I can redo? Anything I can remove without feeling guilty? Anything that just annoys the hell out of you on here? Pick two or three or five things that I could get rid of. Let me know. Be honest. But know that these are my children: don't insult them openly; I alone have that entitlement. And some of this was written in a ve

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Thanks for the support. 
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Thank you so very much for the watch Frito.
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thank you kindly for the fave-y faves and other self-descriptive things. like burger meat. or text message.

ahem. thanks.
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thanks for adding me to your watchlist. <3
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Thanks for the favs :heart:

Eins, cinco, treize, twelveMais je suis trop triste,
trop désolée pour
cette monde de
we ran for all we were worth                  
[ M I S T A K E S ]
                   but it was never enough
Y no hay fuerza...
¿Porque?
¿Para qué propósito me llaman
una chica buena cuando
soy un desastre?
we screamed until our throats were raw                 
[ B U R R I E D ]
                   but it was never enough
Und ich habe meine Glück geficken.
Dieses Scheiße ist
üb-er-all.
we dug until our fingers bled                       
[ A L I V E ]
        
Power lines// Maybe it's time we ran side by side //
                                         instead of logarithmically //
// forever converging yet never quite close enough to //
                                                      - t - o - u - c - h - //
// where χ^0=1 no matter what you use
                                   to mark that infamous spot of //
       // legendary treasure //
                               a marriage of ∞ //
                                 
Embracing destructionAnd we'll run with the fire
l e a p i n g   from out fingers,
licking $cArl3t, aMb3r,
g01d as the sunset
over a city turned to ash,
the rubble of a once stable mind,
marble pillars reduced to
ammunition veined with Nav¥
ink   w/e\a/v\i/n\g   silent curses,
cynical prayers, laughter
bordering on insanity
echoing, bouncing, ringing
clear into a desolate sky,
1v0ry fangs grinning dry humour.
                        Have I not entertained you
                        with my blades thrown at
                        closed doors and glass
                        shattered through
                        bare souls?
   
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Absolutely!
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