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Ghazal: Calcified Naïveté
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Ghazal: Calcified Naïveté

ByKymberlee

Living inside the braided folds just for today.Tangled roots whisper; I can’t hear what they say. Memories are a splinter in the eye.Promises broken become calcified naïveté. Black Swan, slippery like Mercury—haunting.(A life lived well is not a parley.) Water ceasing to hydrate what is crumbling.Silt becomes an urn for ashes someday. Days are shorter…

bricolage project day 10 [open]
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bricolage project day 10 [open]

ByKymberlee

The randomly-chosen word of the day is open and comes from Slut Lullabies by Gina Frangello.  I was working as an intern for Emergency Press at the time the book was published so I have a copy of it which still sits unread on my shelf.  That will be remedied in the coming months of rain ahead. The…

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a drink from Love's hand

ByKymberlee

“I know the way you can get When you have not had a drink of Love: Your face hardens, Your sweet muscles cramp. Children become concerned About a strange look that appears in your eyes Which even begins to worry your own mirror And nose. Squirrels and birds sense your sadness And call an important…