Tag Archives: moon

Children of the Moon

We the motherless fatherless children of the moon wake up dreamless weeping. This is why we seek the all dreaming. The all dreaming is more feeling than place. Sometimes not always but sometimes we are chased by the fates. The … Continue reading

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Born Blues

I am the foster child of rampant insular lyricism. In it I was raised wild and came meekly to regard the moon as a shotgun blast from the mouth of eternity. I, setting core to task, get greedy, rabid, blood … Continue reading

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Moonstruck

From scratch, we dig out what we think the moon owes us– Lore of attraction.

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Fireflies

All these stories– Fireflies in a garden, on a moonless night.

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Rise

Infinite potential is a glimmer and a wink, a nod from the moon to the tides, where you agree to go under a spell, and sing yourself to rise, in the poached dark.

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Reap

By the light of the autumn moon, she became, as always, a legend true to her own scythe and reaping.

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Lovers

Between true lovers, a throbbing flight of totems, carved from moon and ash.

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She Weeps

Victory is the epilogue to squabble. And its prelude too. That is, when your bayonet plunges into the ribcage or spleen of another version of you, the moon weeps slow silver rivers of tears, unconsoled by the glitteringly indifferent stars, … Continue reading

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It’s A Moon Thing

Here, then, is the poet’s most holy and vocational duty– to clarify, beyond the rabble and ill communication, something flowingly equivalent to the reflection of the moon on dark rippling waters, sated, briefly, in savvy communion with what lies beneath.

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Moonstruck

I never learned the secret delicious recipe of making a poem from moon, or the bluest glacial moon-cheese from any of my teachers. It wasn’t their fault. They might have regarded the moon as something distant, something belonging to astronauts, … Continue reading

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