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Buried moon

Buried moon, buried moon Who to talk about at noon When dreams are plundered by light And powdered in gold and charcoal dust. Crescent fairies are sad in the rouse and at falter to surmise the scanty slumbering traces that

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Sun chokes the atmosphere

Sun chokes the atmosphere Moon dies and takes the truth and breath of you Stars inscribe the sky and determine who’s alive… What are your dreams? Ask your heart and put an old wish to the slaughter. Wild is the

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Persephone’s dusk

Why can’t we sleep with the Gods? be with them turn their thoughts to foam touch and revere their lapis lazuli skin until myths flicker in the cave and the earth booms at their voices The rain from Olympus is

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Happiness

…Happiness is the uncle you never knew about, who flies a single-engine plane onto the grassy landing strip, hitchhikes into town, and inquires at every door until he finds you asleep midafternoon as you so often are during the unmerciful

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Moon fair

You are a fair moon-ray stinging my eyeballs whilst I wait for Mercury to fall the Titans to cry and tilting shadows to moor over conversing stars impatient to die and reborn a thousand times.   Art by Johann Peter

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November

It was November ~ the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. – L.M. Montgomery It was November ~ the month of promiscuous trees, turbulent moons dressed up in haze, opal

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Gentle giant

You are the mellow vines ripe at the touch of Autumn. You are a blue alphabet falling from the sky… You are the amber leaves lured in the sleep of Winter. You are the macadamized trance of flowers when Spring

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The Merman’s rhyme

He has no love but music and cold whispering trees that were in bloom under the last dim moon. He has seen the unseizable moors that glitter and dance in the wandering waves. He has crossed his Rubicon The enchantress’

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Myth and Mirth

“The poet Rilke looked at a statue of Apollo about fifty years ago, and Apollo spoke to him. ‘You must change your life,’ he said. When true myth rises into consciousness, that is always its message. You must change your

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Wear scarlet!

“Wear scarlet! Tear the green lemons off the tree! I don’t want to forget who I am, what has burned in me, and hang limp and clean, an empty dress.” ― Denise Levertov   Art by Daniel F. Gerhartz.  

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“Language is not like the sun,
heating and scorching
but like the moon
keeping secrets
and the arcane magic of the night
throwing stars
in the lilacs’ claws
till dawn.” -Iulia Halatz

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