Astral Lullaby
Swaddled in magnetosphere, gently rocked on an arm of our Milky Way mother, we begin to […]
Swaddled in magnetosphere, gently rocked on an arm of our Milky Way mother, we begin to […]
Vestibuled, my feet leave prints in pewter-toned dust— cindered ash and scratchcard foils— my nostrils sense
Flickers of jibber jabber hodgepodge mishmash sometimes scary sometimes sentimental mostly mysterious in the blankest blandest
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start over again. start over again. END OF the ACT. END OF the ACT. END OF
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Dad opens a second pair of aviators and hands them to me in a silent paternal
Watching the Classic Air Show with Dad Read More »
Relax, be comfortable. You are among friends. Close your eyes, but open your ears, for this
I. The wind and trees are writing ballads for Sunday’s disquietude. I think of Cat Stevens
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