Oh the fragility of earthly life,an unrehearsed songachingly sweet,carried on the windsof a broken worldon butterfly wings. Oh my soulwake up, and liveand sing out loud.The song of the spiritis a candle that cannot be put out.It is a poemmade of brilliant light,a recitationto be spokenin the middleof the darkest night.
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The Daily Turn #8: things noted on a morning walk
A black swallowtail on a lemon-yellow vine wings open, close, open shimmering blue velvet jewels The memory of a nameless flower that bloomed by the edge of the road last summer. looking for it, but finding no trace. An explanation of what stagnant means. A gutted house in the middle of a field abandoned for…
The Daily Turn #6: Scribble
Scribble Some thoughts can by typed with whole hands like hellos and how are yous the birth of a baby, the recipe for spice cake, the exchange of addresses, and the table of contents. Some thoughts can be typed with thumbs– abbreviations for you and tonight exclamations, commands NOW! HURRY!!! I’m here, plz call. But…