stars spark in the blackened deep: fingertips of the gods (carefully holding in bright hands a ravaged planet, burnt flowers drifting down from each. point. of. contact.…… Read more “contact.”
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Memo # 12
I have finally instituted a writing day for myself. Non-interpretive, uninterrupted. Awesome. There is a rose on my desk from Valentine’s Day, I’ve eaten a delicious maple…… Read more “Memo # 12”
Earth
a dusky-green hilltop at midnight,on my back in prickly grass, gasping forair, and wiping the sparkling sea out of my eyesi feel the evergreenssparsely gathered here by…… Read more “Earth”
Kate Gough 