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September 2, 2013January 4, 2014 angie werrenpoetry2 Comments

 

 

quiet spider —
this thick clay bowl
full of sun

 

 
nahaiwrimo (folklore) | small tale | details

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900

December 3, 2011December 10, 2011 angie werrenpoetryLeave a comment

 

a hoarse and wicked thirst.
sweet apple chamomile.
pebble follows pebble, into the urn.

 

 

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897

December 2, 2011January 15, 2012 angie werrenpoetry2 Comments

 

lemon balm.
nine bones and two skulls.
this warm bed full of coldwater minnows.

 

 

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896

December 1, 2011January 15, 2012 angie werrenpoetryLeave a comment

 

dancing in an outside circle until I fall out of the ring.
these feathers redder than fire.
partridge berry.

 

 

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892

November 27, 2011December 3, 2011 angie werrenpoetry2 Comments

 

this fifteen-minute dream of arms, of legs.
chickweed.
a sudden burst of swan-skinned redemption.

 

 

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890

November 25, 2011December 3, 2011 angie werrenpoetry4 Comments

 

black gum.
this wet ball of soil like a shooting star.
a good place, dried by the wind of my wings.

 

 

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889

November 24, 2011January 15, 2012 angie werrenpoetry4 Comments

 

over the woods, over the waters.
not complaining because I did fly that day.
peach jubilee.

 

 

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888

November 19, 2011December 3, 2011 angie werrenpoetry2 Comments

 

orange blossom honey.
I wave a hind away from the harem.
we sleep with golden crowns snug upon our heads.

 

 

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886

November 12, 2011January 15, 2012 angie werrenpoetryLeave a comment

 

noise — unexpected like thunder.
I leap into the sky,  spilling this taste of cornmeal.
wild ginger.

 

 

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884

November 10, 2011December 3, 2011 angie werrenpoetry4 Comments

 

wild rose.
this thick clay bowl full of sun.
silken threads unnoticed in the sky.

 

 

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